O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
The wealthiest man among us is the best
Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.