Nature I’ll court in her sequestered haunts, by mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove, or cell; where the poised lark his evening ditty chaunts, and health, and peace, and contemplation dwell.
Glory is the child of peril.
The blast that blows loudest is soonest overblown.
- Robert W. Service Scottish Poet
- George MacDonald Scottish Christian Author
- Robert Louis Stevenson Scottish Novelist
- J. M. Barrie Scottish Novelist
- Walter Scott Scottish Novelist
- John Buchan, 1st Baron Tweedsmuir Scottish Novelist
- Robert Burns Scottish Poet
- Hans Christian Andersen Danish Author
- George William Russell Irish Author
- Nathaniel Parker Willis American Poet, Playwright