Earth Walks On Earth, Glittering

Where, Where Was Roderick Then? One Blast Upon His Bugle Horn Were Worth A Thousand Men.

He That Would Soothe Sorrow Must Not Argue On The Vanity Of The Most Deceitful Hopes.

Oh, Brignall Banks Are Wild And Fair, And Greta Woods Are Green, And You May Gather Garlands There Would Grace A Summer's Queen.

We Build Statues Out Of Snow, And Weep To See Them Melt.

Ridicule, The Weapon Of All Others Most Feared By Enthusiasts Of Every Description, And Which From Its Predominance Over Such Minds, Often Checks What Is Absurd, And Fully As Often Smothers That Which Is Noble.