Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Truth ever lovely - since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man.

A man who will not leave his room because he does not know how, or is afraid to open the door, is trapped just the same whether or not the door is locked.

To live in the hearts of others is not to die

Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep.

The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.

Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.