I Loved My Country, And I Hated

So Bright The Tear In Beauty's Eye, Love Half Regrets To Kiss It Dry.

There Is No Traitor Like Him Whose Domestic Treason Plants The Poniard Within The Breast That Trusted To His Truth

He Was A Man Of His Times. With One Virtue And A Thousand Crimes. (the Corsair)

The Niobe Of Nations! There She Stands.

Such Is Your Cold Coquette, Who Can't Say "no," And Won't Say "yes," And Keeps You On And Off-ing On A Lee-shore, Till It Begins To Blow, Then Sees Your Heart Wreck'd, With An Inward Scoffing.