He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
Where the Scriptures speak, we speak; where the Scriptures are silent, we are silent.
The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
Men of England! who inheritRights that cost your sires their blood.
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save.