Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave -
Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson.
Difficulty is the nurse of greatness.
Virtue cannot dwell with slaves, nor reign O'er those who cower to take a tyrant's yoke.
A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.
Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully.