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
country book oxford
It was in the beginning of the month of November, 17--, when a young English gentleman, who had just left the university of Oxford, made use of the liberty afforded him, to visit some parts of the north of England; and curiosity extended his tour into the adjacent frontier of the sister country.
seven-years use ifs
If you keep a thing seven years, you are sure to find a use for it.
death art rivers
Like the dew on the mountain, like the foam on the river, like the bubble on the fountain, thou art gone, and for ever!
beautiful imagination rose
Besides, Rose Bradwardine, beautiful and amiable as we have described her, had not precisely the sort of beauty or merit which captivates a romantic imagination in early youth. She was too frank, too confiding, too kind; amiable qualities, undoubtedly, but destructive of the marvellous, with which a youth of imagination delights to dress the empress of his affections.
running successful europe
What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier?
war flying dying
In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying.
southern fine-words fine
There is a southern proverb - fine words butter no parsnips.
lasts last-words stanley
"Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley, on!" Were the last words of Marmion.
race mutual-help fellow-man
The race of humankind would perish did they cease to aid each other.
eyelashes long important
What I have to say is far more important than how long my eyelashes are.
groundhog-day self dust
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.
fighting land patriotism
Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland?
nature poet celebrate
Call it not vain: they do not err Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.
faith character writing
Woman's faith and woman's trust, Write the characters in dust.