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• Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky.
  -- Mrs. Barbauld (1743-1825) -- The Invitatio...
• Old England is our home, and Englishmen are we; Our tongue is known in every clime, our flag in every sea.
  -- Mary Howitt (1804-1888) -- Old England is our Home...
• Alas! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 120...
• Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza 1...
• T is sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home
  'T is sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come....
• Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead!
  Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae....
• She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- The Corsair, Canto i, Stanza 3...
• Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing save the waves and I May hear our mutual murmurs sweep
  There, swan-like, let me sing and die....
• Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spi
  And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch....