“Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.”

“Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die”

“Theirs not to make reply,Theirs not to reason why,Theirs but to do and die.”

“Not once or twice in our fair island-story,The path of duty was the way to glory.”

“Sooner or later I too may passively take the printOf the golden age--why not? I have neither hope nor trust;May make my heart as a millstone, set my face as a flint,Cheat and be cheated, and die: who knows? we are ashes and dust.”

“Seal'd her minefrom her first sweet breathMine, and mine by right, from birth till deathMine, mine-our fathers have sworn.”

“Never, oh! never, nothing will die;The stream flows,The wind blows,The cloud fleets,The heart beats,Nothing will die.”