What! upon compulsion? No!

What! upon compulsion? No!

Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman.

Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman.

Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my read more

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!

Everybody's business is nobody's business.

Everybody's business is nobody's business.

A rugged stone growes smooth from hand to hand.

A rugged stone growes smooth from hand to hand.

Then fill the bowl--way with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;
For Hope shall brighten days to read more

Then fill the bowl--way with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;
For Hope shall brighten days to come,
And Mem'ry gild the past.

In the morning mountaines, in the evening fountaines.

In the morning mountaines, in the evening fountaines.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.