For deadly fear can time outgo, and blanch at once the hair.
In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying.
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!
Mankind — the race would perish did they cease to aid each other.
Each age has deemed the new-born year the fittest time for festal cheer.
Certainly," quoth Athelstane, "women are the least to be trusted of all animals, monks and abbots excepted.