Love's wing moults when caged and captured, only free, he soars enraptured.
Our bugles sang truce - for the night-cloud had lowered, and the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.
The scented wild-weeds and enamell'd moss.
'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives, and in their deaths had not divided been.
Without our hopes, without our fears, without the home that plighted love endears, without the smiles from plighted beauty won, oh! what were man? - a world without a sun.
Melt and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.
The sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.
United States, your banner wears Two emblems--one of fame; Alas! the other that it bears Reminds us of your shame. Your banner's constellation types White freedom with its stars, But what's the meaning of the stripes? They mean your negroes' scars.
Without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh what were man?—a world without a sun.
Out spoke the victor then, as he hail'd them o'er the wave, ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save; so peace instead of death let us bring; but yield, proud foe, let us bring; with the crews, at England's feet, and make submission meet to our King.
We don't know what we have here. There might be something.
Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you 'tis true: yet wildings of nature, I dote upon you, for ye waft me to summers of old, when the earth teem'd around me with fairy delight, and when daisies and buttercups gladden'd my sight, like treasures of silver and gold.
In the human breast two master-passions cannot coexist.