“ But the Woodpecker tapping the hollow beech tree.
And here, in this lone little wood, I exclaim’d,
with a maid that’s delightful to soul and to eye;
Who would blush when I prais’d her, would weep if I blam’d,
how contented I’d live, and how calm could I die.
Every leaf was at rest, &c.
By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berries dip
in the gush of the fountain, how sweet to recline,
And to know that I sigh’d upon innocent lips,
which never were sigh’d on by any but mine. ”

“ As she lay,
On that day,
In the bay of Biscay O!
Her yielding timbers sever,
her pitchy seams are rent;
When heav’n, all-bounteous ever,
Its boundless mercy sent!
A sail in sight appears,
We hail her with three cheers,
Now we sail,
With the gale,
From the bay of Biscay O!
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ She abandons me now, but the page of her story,
⁠The brightest or blackest, is fill'd with my fame
I have warred with a world which vanquish'd me only,
⁠when the meteor of conquest allur'd me too far,
I have coped with the nations which dread me thu lonely,
⁠the last single captive to millions in war! ”