George Canning

Whene'er with haggard eyes I view
This dungeon that I'm rotting in,
I think of those companions read more

Whene'er with haggard eyes I view
This dungeon that I'm rotting in,
I think of those companions true
Who studied with me at the U-
Niversity of Gottingen.
- George Canning, Song--Of One Eleven Years in Prison,

Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.

Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.

Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe;
Bold I can meet--perhaps may turn his blow;
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Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe;
Bold I can meet--perhaps may turn his blow;
But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send,
Save, save, oh! save me from the candid friend.

Indecision and delays are the parents of failure.

Indecision and delays are the parents of failure.

And finds with keen, discriminating sight,
Black's not so black--nor white so very white.

And finds with keen, discriminating sight,
Black's not so black--nor white so very white.