Oh, why should vows so fondly made, Be broken ere the morrow, To one who loves as never maid Loved in this world of sorrow?

Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place O, to abide in the desert with thee!

The daisy is fair, the day-lily rare, The bud o' the rose as sweet as it's bonnie.

Nothing in the world delights a truly religious people so much as consigning them to eternal damnation.

That undefined and mingled hum, Voice of the desert never dumb!

Without the shepherd's dog, the whole of the open mountainous land in Scotland would not be worth a sixpence.

What is the life of a man more than the life of a lamb, or any guiltless animal?