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• Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime.
  -- James Beattie (1735-1803) -- The Minstrel, Book i, Stanza 25...
• Ah, who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?
  -- James Beattie (1735-1803) -- The Minstrel, Book i, Stanza 1...
• Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free; Patient of toil, serene amidst alarm
  Inflexible in faith, invincible in arms....
• Under the wide an starry sky, Dig my grave and let me lie
  Glad did I live and gladly die, And laid me down with a will, And this be the verse that you grave for me, Here he lies where he longed to be, Home is the sailor home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill....
• Under the wide an starry sky, Dig my grave and let me lie
  Glad did I live and gladly die, And laid me down with a will, And this be the verse that you grave for me, Here he lies where he longed to be, Home is the sailor home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill....
• Or if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flow'd Fast by the oracle of God.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Paradise Lost, Book i, Line 10...
• Mine be a cot beside the hill; A beehive's hum shall soothe my ea
  A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near....
• Thou wast that all to me, love, For which my soul did pine-- A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine.
  -- Edgar Allan Poe...
• My mind to me a kingdom is; Such present joys therein I find, That it excels all other bliss That earth affords or grows by kind
  Though much I want which most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave....