Tag: Sir Walter Scott

Just at the age ‘twixt boy and youth,

When thought is speech, and speech is truth.

Sir Walter Scott

True love’s the gift which God has given

To man alone beneath the heaven:

It is not fantasy’s hot fire,

Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly;

It liveth not in fierce desire,

With dead desire it doth not die;

It is the secret sympathy,

The silver link, the silken tie,

Which heart to heart, and mind to mind

In body and in soul can bind.

Sir Walter Scott

To all, to each, a fair good-night,

And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light!

Sir Walter Scott

Revenge—the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell!

Sir Walter Scott

(Editor’s note: two opposite takes on war by Scott)

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!

To all the sensual world proclaim,

One crowded hour of glorious life

Is worth an age without a name.

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War’s a fearsome thing. They’ll be cunning that catches me at this wark again.

Sir Walter Scott

Time will rust the sharpest sword,

Time will consume the strongest cord;

That which molders hemp and steel,

Mortal arm and nerve must feel.

Sir Walter Scott

O, what a tangled web we weave,

When first we practise to deceive!

Sir Walter Scott

Too much rest is rust.

Sir Walter Scott

And darest thou then

To beard the lion in his den,

The Douglas in his hall?

Sir Walter Scott

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!

Sir Walter Scott