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
birthday names glorious-life
One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name
chisel finer form
And ne'er did a Grecian chisel traceA nymph, a naiad, or a grace, Of finer form or lovelier face.
brother father four groups grown hear heyday high jazz junior listening met motown today tops
We met each other in junior high back in the '60s. Motown was in its heyday then. So we were no different than most groups in that we wanted to be like the Miracles, the Four Tops and the Temptations. But my brother Scotty and I had grown up listening to groups like the Four Freshmen. Our father was a big jazz enthusiast, too. So what you hear today is an amalgamation of all that.
exact left music speaks whispers
We're going to come back the exact same way we left off -- as The Whispers. We do R&B music -- lyric-conscious music that speaks to the adults. That's what The Whispers are all about.
smile past looks
Look back, and smile on perils past.
awake-at-night mind desire
Success - keeping your mind awake and your desire asleep.
goodnight good-night dream
To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
herbs
We are like the herb which flourisheth most when trampled upon
sympathy death grief
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
halloween imagination mind
A thousand fearful images and dire suggestions glance along the mind when it is moody and discontented with itself. Command them to stand and show themselves, and you presently assert the power of reason over imagination.
revenge mouths hell
Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.
christmas xmas cheer
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year.
responsibility snow matrimony
We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.
truth rumor may
I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as it was said to me.