“But pleasures are like poppies spread,You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed;Or, like the snow-fall in the river,A moment white, then melts forever.”

“Pleasures are like poppies spreadYou seize the flower its bloom is shedOr like the snow falls in the riverA moment white, then melts foreverOr like the Borealis raceThat flit ere you can point their placeOr like the rainbow's lovely formEvanshing amidst the stormNae man can tether time nor tideThe hour approaches, Tam must ride”

“My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: My love is like the melody That's sweetly played in tune. How fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till all the seas gang dry. Till all the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt with the sun;I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands of life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love. And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my love, Though it were ten thousand mile.”

“But to see her was to love her,Love but her, and love forever.”

“Not the bee upon the blossom,In the pride o' sunny noon;Not the little sporting fairy,All beneath the simmer moon;Not the poet, in the momentFancy lightens in his e'e,Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture,That thy presence gi'es to me.”

“By Oppression's woes and pains!By your sons in servile chains!We will drain our dearest veins,But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low!Tyrants fall in every foe!Liberty's in every blow!Let us do or die!”

“While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things,The fate of empires and the fall of kings;While quacks of State must each produce his plan,And even children lisp the Rights of Man;Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention,The Rights of Woman merit some attention.”