Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

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

I have heard men talk about the blessings of freedom," he said to himself, "but I wish any wise man would teach me what use to make of it now that I have it.

Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!

Certainly," quoth Athelstane, "women are the least to be trusted of all animals, monks and abbots excepted.

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.

Time rolls his ceaseless course.