"Now is the stately column broke, The beacon-light is quench'd in smoke, The trumpet's silver sound is still, The ward…"

"Stood for his country’s glory fast, And nail’d her colours to the mast!"

"But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like again?"

"Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line."

"Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth."

"When, musing on companions gone, We doubly feel ourselves alone."

"'Tis an old tale and often told; But did my fate and wish agree, Ne'er had been read, in story old, Of maiden true be…"

"And come he slow, or come he fast, It is but Death who comes at last."

"When Prussia hurried to the field, And snatch'd the spear, but left the shield."

"November’s sky is chill and drear, November’s leaf is red and sear."