For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?

Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolished the right arm Of his country.

Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!

I can't but say it is an awkward sight To see one's native land receding through The growing waters; it unmans one quite, Especially when life is rather new.

Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land--Good Night!

O Rome! my country! city of the soul!