Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!
Walter ScottIt was in the beginning of the month of November, 17--, when a young English gentleman, who had just left the university of Oxford, made use of the liberty afforded him, to visit some parts of the north of England; and curiosity extended his tour into the adjacent frontier of the sister country.
Walter Scott