Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want call quench the eye's bright grace.
Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want call quench the eye's bright grace.
For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.
For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.
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!"
Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry read more
Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
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.
