Land Of My Sires! What Mortal Hand

Affection Can Withstand Very Severe Storms Of Vigor, But Not A Long Polar Frost Of Indifference.

He Who Indulges His Sense In Any Excesses Renders Himself Obnoxious To His Own Reason; And, To Gratify The Brute In Him, Displeases The Man, And Sets His Two Natures At Variance.

Ambition Is No Cure For Love!

Time Rolls His Ceaseless Course.

He Turn'd His Charger As He Spake, Upon The River Shore, He Gave His Bridle Reins A Shake, Said, "adieu For Evermore, My Love, And Adieu For Evermore."