O woman! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!

Affection can withstand very severe storms of vigor, but not a long polar frost of indifference.

For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of Lochinvar.

The schoolmaster is termed, classically, Ludi Magister, because he deprives boys of their play.

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd From wandering on a foreign strand! If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no Minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung.

The heart-sick faintness of the hope delayed!

That day of wrath, that dreadful day. When heaven and earth shall pass away.