Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
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!
He who repents of his fault is almost guiltless.
He who repents of his fault is almost guiltless.
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!
He is most powerful who governs himself.
He is most powerful who governs himself.
Crime requires further crime to conceal it.
Crime requires further crime to conceal it.
