Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want call quench the eye's bright grace.
Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want call quench the eye's bright grace.
O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy read more
O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,
Land of the mountain and the flood,
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band,
That knits me to thy rugged strand!
Do what you should, not what you may.
Do what you should, not what you may.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains,
Winning from Reason's hand the reins,
Pity and woe! for read more
Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains,
Winning from Reason's hand the reins,
Pity and woe! for such a mind
Is soft contemplative, and kind.
