Sir Walter Scott ( 10 of 46 )
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.
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.
Jock, when he hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in
a tree; it will be read more
Jock, when he hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in
a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye're sleeping.
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!
The summer dawn's reflected hue
To purple changed Lock Katrine blue,
Mildly and soft the western breeze
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The summer dawn's reflected hue
To purple changed Lock Katrine blue,
Mildly and soft the western breeze
Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees,
And the pleased lake, like maiden coy,
Trembled but dimpled not for joy.
And let our barks across the pathless flood
Hold different courses.
And let our barks across the pathless flood
Hold different courses.
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.
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.
Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains,
Winning from Reason's hand the reins,
Pity and woe! for read more
Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains,
Winning from Reason's hand the reins,
Pity and woe! for such a mind
Is soft contemplative, and kind.
'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!
