And, far and near, through vale and hill, Are faces that attest the same; The proud heart flashing through the eyes, At sound of Rob Roy's name.

And, far and near, through vale and hill, Are faces that attest the same, And kindle like a fire new stirr'd, At sound of Rob Roy's name.

I would not wrong thee, Champion brave! Would wrong thee nowhere; least of all Here standing by thy grave. For Thou, although with some wild thoughts, Wild Chi…

And thus among these rocks he lived, Through summer heat and winter snow: The Eagle, he was lord above, And Rob was lord below.

Now I have no idea how this has come about - probably a rumour spread by my enemies - but apparently there's a general belief among some sections of the surf c…

Mankind was never so happily inspired as when it made a cathedral.

What rage for fame attends both great and small! Better be damned than mentioned not at all.