"Now Barabbas was a publisher."

"Come back! come back!" he cried in grief "Across this stormy water; And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter…"

"There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sigh'd…"

"An original something, fair maid, you would win me To write — but how shall I begin? For I fear I have nothing origin…"

"A chieftain to the Highlands bound Cries, "Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound To row us o'er th…"

""Now who be ye would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water?" "O I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ull…"

"And rustic life and poverty Grow beautiful beneath his touch."

"Whose lines are mottoes of the heart, Whose truths electrify the sage."

"Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all."

"'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue."