Homer is my example and his unchristened heart.
And the merry love the fiddle, and the merry love to dance.
Hammer your thoughts into unity.
I spit into the face of time that has transfigured me
On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut: Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by!
I Sing what was lost and dread what was won, / I walk in a battle fought over again.