Methinks I will not die quite happy without having seen something of that Rome of which I have read so much.

It is wonderful what strength of purpose and boldness and energy of will are roused by the assurance that we are doing our duty.

O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood; Land of the mountain and the flood!

We are like the herb which flourisheth most when it is most trampled on.

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.

Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.