The Wreck Of The Hesperus But The

Tomorrow Is The Mysterious, Unknown Guest.

Ambition's Cradle Oftenest Is Its Grave

The Holiest Of Holidays Are Those Kept By Ourselves In Silence And Apart; The Secret Anniversaries Of The Heart.

My Designs And Labors And Aspirations Are My Only Friends.

.... 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.