Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
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!
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years read more
One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum.
Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my read more
Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
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!
