Sir Walter Scott ( 10 of 46 )
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of read more
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.
Haste, holy Friar,
Haste, ere the sinner shall expire!
Of all his guilt let him be shriven,
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Haste, holy Friar,
Haste, ere the sinner shall expire!
Of all his guilt let him be shriven,
And smooth his path from earth to heaven!
And let our barks across the pathless flood
Hold different courses.
And let our barks across the pathless flood
Hold different courses.
Contentions fierce,
Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.
Contentions fierce,
Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.
High minds, of native pride and force,
Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse;
Fear, for their scourge, read more
High minds, of native pride and force,
Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse;
Fear, for their scourge, means villains have,
Thou art the torturer of the brave!
'Tis an old tale, and often told;
But did my fate and wish agree,
Ne'er had been read more
'Tis an old tale, and often told;
But did my fate and wish agree,
Ne'er had been read, in story old,
Of maiden true betray'd for gold,
That loved, or was avenged, like me!
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.
Some feelings are to mortals given,
With less of earth in them than heaven.
Some feelings are to mortals given,
With less of earth in them than heaven.
Necessity--thou best of peacemakers,
As well as surest prompter of invention.
Necessity--thou best of peacemakers,
As well as surest prompter of invention.
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!
