Walter Scott
Walter Scott
Sir Walter Scott, 1st Baronet, FRSEwas a Scottish historical novelist, playwright and poet with many contemporary readers in Europe, Australia, and North America...
NationalityScottish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth15 August 1771
pain light dazzle
Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.
pain angel light
O woman! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
pain suits vain
Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue; Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.
revenge thinking blood
Vengeance to God alone belongs; But, when I think of all my wrongs My blood is liquid flame!
heart hands stout
Steady of heart and stout of hand.
home heart men
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd From wandering on a foreign strand! If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no Minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung.
morning fear love-is
The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
adversity presence-of-mind tempest
The willow which bends to the tempest often escapes better than the oak which resists it.
cheer wine littles
God in his goodness sent the grapes To cheer both great and small; Little fools will drink too much And great fools none at all!
dream memorial-day sleep
Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of battled fields no more. Days of danger, nights of waking.
memorial-day memorial soldier
Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er.
honesty rags sterling
Commend me to sterling honesty though clad in rags.
evil too-late midst
Caution comes too late when we are in the midst of evils.
christian astrology philosopher
Do not Christians and Heathens, Jews and Gentiles, poets and philosophers, unite in allowing the starry influences?