One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
Strike for your altars and your fires! Strike for the green graves of your sires! God, and your native land!Fitz-greene Halleck
Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, 1 Nor named thee but to praise.Fitz-greene Halleck
There is an evening twilight of the heart, When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.Fitz-greene Halleck
This bank-note world.Fitz-greene Halleck
Lord Stafford mines for coal and salt, The Duke of Norfolk deals in malt, The Douglas in red herrings.Fitz-greene Halleck