What skilful limner e'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?

The lover's pleasure, like that of the hunter, is in the chase, and the brightest beauty loses half its merit, as the flower its perfume, when the willing hand can reach it too easily. There must be doubt; there must be difficulty and danger.

Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the Shore of a dark Scottish lake.

The sickening pang of hope deferr'd.

Teach self-denial and make its practice pleasure, and you can create for the world a destiny more sublime that ever issued from the brain of the wildest dreamer.

It is more difficult to look upon victory than upon battle.

Mystery has great charms for womanhood.