John William Mackail

"Still ... fair, though scarce less old than Rome. Now once again at rest from wandering Across the high Alps and the dreadful sea, In utmost England let it find a home."

"The soul beyond her knowing seems to sweep Out of the deep, fire-winged, into the deep."

"From D-wks and Ch-tty at my tail You’ll syllogize that I’m M-CK-L; In all I do I score always, In all I say—à l’écossaise."