Sir Walter Scott

'Tis an old tale, and often told;
But did my fate and wish agree,
Ne'er had been read more

'Tis an old tale, and often told;
But did my fate and wish agree,
Ne'er had been read, in story old,
Of maiden true betray'd for gold,
That loved, or was avenged, like me!

He who profits by a crime, commits it.

He who profits by a crime, commits it.

You whirled them to the back of beyont.

You whirled them to the back of beyont.

The summer dawn's reflected hue
To purple changed Lock Katrine blue,
Mildly and soft the western breeze
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The summer dawn's reflected hue
To purple changed Lock Katrine blue,
Mildly and soft the western breeze
Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees,
And the pleased lake, like maiden coy,
Trembled but dimpled not for joy.

It is a disgrace to say one thing and think another; but how much
more disgraceful to write one read more

It is a disgrace to say one thing and think another; but how much
more disgraceful to write one thing and think another!