Profession: Poet
Nationality: Scottish
I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.
Ye are brothers, ye are men, and we conquer but to save.
Cease every joy to glimmer on my mind But leave - -oh leave the light of Hope behind.
For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
Tomorrow let us do or die!
An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.
Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.
And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.
To bear is to conquer our fate.
The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.
The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.
