Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
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!
Forward and frolic glee was there,
The will to do, the soul to dare.
Forward and frolic glee was there,
The will to do, the soul to dare.
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.
My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
Contentious fierce,
Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.
Contentious fierce,
Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.
