Look Upon The Errors Of

Where Should The Scholar Live? In Solitude, Or In Society? In The Green Stillness Of The Country, Where He Can Hear The Heart Of Nature Beat, Or In The Dark, Gray Town Where He Can Hear And Feel The Throbbing Heart Of Man?

For Next To Being A Great Poet Is The Power Of Understanding One.

The Love Of Learning, The Sequestered Nooks, And All The Sweet Serenity Of Books.

And In The Wreck Of Noble Lives Something Immortal Still Survives.

.... Anon From The Castle Walls The Crescent Banner Falls, And The Crowd Beholds Instead, Like A Portent In The Sky, Iskander's Banner Fly, The Black Eagle With Double Head. And Shouts Ascend On High .....'' Long Live Scanderbeg.