May the Forest still flourish, both Borough and Landward, / From the hall of the Peer to the herd's ingle-nook; / And huzza! my brave hearts, for Buccleuch and his standard, / For the King and the Country, the Clan and the Duke.

Surely, too, it would be a waste of an agent, for after several hours of propinquity I could scarcely fail to recognise him in the future.

This version shows a small figure inside of cagelike towers, perhaps symbolizing the fledgling sculptor's dreams of creation.

I could never persuade myself to confide in him that event which was so often present to my recollection, but which I feared the detail to another would only impress more deeply.