Of Power Does Man Possess No Particle:

Oh, To Be In England Now That April's There, And Whoever Wakes In England Sees, Some Morning, Unaware.

Ambition Is Not What Man Does... But What Man Would Do.

A Face To Lose Youth For, To Occupy Age With The Dream Of, Meet Death With.

Genius Has Somewhat Of The Infantine; But Of The Childish Not A Touch Or Taint.

One Who Never Turned His Back But Marched Breast Forward, Never Doubted Clouds Would Break, Never Dreamed, Though Right Were Worsted, Wrong Would Triumph, Held We Fall To Rise, Are Baffled To Fight Better, Sleep To Wake.