Academics From Scotland

"Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave, oh! leave the light of Hope behind!"

"O Love! in such a wilderness as this."

"The world was sad, the garden was a wild, And man the hermit sigh'd — till woman smiled."

"Without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh what were man? — a world without a sun."

"While Memory watches o'er the sad review Of joys that faded like the morning dew."

"And rival all but Shakespeare's name below."

"On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below."

"Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name?"

"There shall he love when genial morn appears, Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears."

"Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe: Won by their sweets, in nature's languid hour, The way-worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower; There, as the wild bee murmurs on the wing, What peaceful dreams thy handmaid spirits bring! What viewless forms th' Æolian organ play, And sweep the furrow'd lines of anxious thought away! Angel of life! thy glittering wings explore Earth's loneliest bounds, and Ocean's wildest shore."

"Thus, while Elijah's burning wheels prepare, From Carmel's height, to sweep the fields of air, The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world — a sacred gift to man."

"O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save!"

"With thee, sweet Hope! resides the heav'nly light, That pours remotest rapture on the sight: Thine is the charm of life's bewilder'd way, That calls each slumb'ring passion into play."

"What potent spirit guides the raptur'd eye To pierce the shades of dim futurity? Can Wisdom lend, with all her heav'nly pow'r, The pledge of Joy's anticipated hour? Ah, no! she darkly sees the fate of man— Her dim horizon bounded to a span; Or, if she hold an image to the view, Tis nature pictur'd too severely true."

"When peace and mercy, banish'd from the plain, Sprung on the viewless winds to Heav'n again; All, all forsook the friendless guilty mind, But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind."

"Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked—as Kosciusko fell!"

"And muse on Nature with a poet's eye."

"The torrent's smoothness, ere it dash below!"

"Now Barabbas was a publisher."

"An original something, fair maid, you would win me To write — but how shall I begin? For I fear I have nothing original in me — Excepting Original Sin."

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

"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, when at twilight repairing To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill."

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

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

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

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

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

"To-morrow let us do or die."

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

"But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away."

"In life's morning march, when my bosom was young."

"To live in hearts we leave behind Is not to die."

"Another's sword has laid him low, Another's and another's; And every hand that dealt the blow— Ah me! it was a brother's!"

"The hunter and the deer a shade."

"Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die."

"Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save."

"There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath, For a time."

"Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore!"

"The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!"

"Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field and his feet to the foe, And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame."

"Few, few shall part where many meet! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre."

"Oh leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!"

"On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I; No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray."

"To is to conquer our fate."

"Oh! once the harp of Innisfail Was strung full high to notes of gladness; But yet it often told a tale Of more prevailing sadness."

"Lochiel, Lochiel, beware of the day! For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, But man cannot cover what God would reveal: 'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before."

"The Liberal Party doesn't seem to know in its mind what to do about it—its ostensible view is that the mix of the mixed economy must be left as it is. This seems to be a slightly doubtful proposition...We have to reduce the public sector, the state-run sector, and hand it over to other bodies. The economy is probably unmanageable so long as the state attempts to do so much. The Liberals have not given nearly enough thought to the question of the bureaucracy of the state, what is suitable for the state to run...I personally agree with the SDP line, not with that of the Liberal unilateralists. I want to remain in NATO and I believe that a deterrent is essential and it promotes peace...I would not support unilateral disarmament either on moral or practical grounds."

"After listening to the debate on unemployment I can see a danger that Liberals lose to the Tories their claim to have new and sensible ideas and are left saying "Me too" to a Socialist conventional wisdom which is failing...The salient need of this country—to produce more and much more efficiently—hardly figured on the agenda."

"In bygone days, commanders were taught that when in doubt, they should march their troops towards the sound of gunfire. I intend to march my troops towards the sound of gunfire."

"Why do I—the original advocate of realignment on the Left—object to the Lib-Lab pact? Precisely because I do not think it will lead to realignment. For one thing, the Gaitskellites have fled the field. The Labour Party looks and behaves more and more as the servants of the trade union leaders...When the election comes, either the Labour Party win—and if that happens they will say "Thank you very much" to us and go on with more collectivism—or they lose, and we shall be tarred with their failure...Don't let us become oysters to Carpenter Jim, however genuinely benevolent he may seem."