The Meteor Flag Of England

Never Wedding, Ever Wooing, Still A Lovelorn Heart Pursuing, Read You Not The Wrong You're Doing In My Cheek's Pale Hue? All My Life With Sorrow Strewing; Wed Or Cease To Woo.

He Scorn'd His Own, Who Felt Another's Woe.

For There No Yew Nor Cypress Spread Their Glom But Roses Blossom'd Each Rustic Tomb.

I'll Meet The Raging Of The Skies, But Not An Angry Father.

A Stoic Of The Woods,--a Man Without A Tear.