Yet was Rob Roy as wise as brave; Forgive me if the phrase be strong;- A Poet worthy of Rob Roy Must scorn a timid song.

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

Burn all the statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our kind; And worse, against ourselves.

And stepping westward seemed to be A kind of heavenly destiny.

Let the man who has to make his fortune in life remember this maxim. Attacking is his only secret. Dare, and the world always yields: or, if it beat you someti…

Whither are we fleeing, my most valiant men? Do you not know that flight never leads to safety, but shows the folly of a useless effort? Let us return to our c…

In wartime a man is called a hero. It doesn't make him any braver, and he runs for his life. But at least it's a hero who is running away.