Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
I cannot tell how the truth may be;
I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
I cannot tell how the truth may be;
I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
In listening mood she seemed to stand,
The guardian Naiad of the strand.
In listening mood she seemed to stand,
The guardian Naiad of the strand.
And let our barks across the pathless flood
Hold different courses.
And let our barks across the pathless flood
Hold different courses.
Vengeance to God alone belongs;
But, when I think of all my wrongs
My blood is liquid read more
Vengeance to God alone belongs;
But, when I think of all my wrongs
My blood is liquid flame!
Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
