Youth To Itself Rebels, Though

I Love A Ballad In Print O' Life, For Then We Are Sure They Are True.

The Thorny Point Of Bare Distress Hath Ta'en From Me The Show Of Smooth Civility; Yet Am I Inland Bred And Know Some Nurture.

There's Villainous News Abroad.

When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

There's Beggary In Love That Can Be Reckoned