Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.

All that we behold is full of blessings.

A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.

Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!

Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.