Sir Walter Scott

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the read more

Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou are gone, and for ever!

There are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it.

There are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it.

St. Leon raised his kindling eye,
And lifts the sparkling cup on high;
"I drink to one," read more

St. Leon raised his kindling eye,
And lifts the sparkling cup on high;
"I drink to one," he said,
"Whose image never may depart,
Deep graven on this grateful heart,
Till memory be dead."
. . . .
St. Leon paused, as if he would
Not breathe her name in careless mood
Thus lightly to another;
Then bent his noble head, as though
To give the word the reverence due,
And gently said, "My mother!"

We do that in our zeal our calmer moment would be afraid to
answer.

We do that in our zeal our calmer moment would be afraid to
answer.