Thomas Campbell

Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow
Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.

Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow
Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.

Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of read more

Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

What we might call, by way of Eminence, the Dismal Science.

What we might call, by way of Eminence, the Dismal Science.

Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.

Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.