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!

Truth and oyle are ever above.

Truth and oyle are ever above.

To have properly studied the liberal sciences gives a polish to
our manners, and removes all awkwardness.

To have properly studied the liberal sciences gives a polish to
our manners, and removes all awkwardness.

The wolfe eats oft of the sheep that have been warn'd.

The wolfe eats oft of the sheep that have been warn'd.

Passion and strife bow down the mind.

Passion and strife bow down the mind.

Who aspires must down as low
As high he soar'd.

Who aspires must down as low
As high he soar'd.

Never less alone, than when alone.

Never less alone, than when alone.

Seeming genial, venial fault.

Seeming genial, venial fault.

Chaos of thought and passion all confused.

Chaos of thought and passion all confused.