Sir Walter Scott ( 10 of 55 )
Every cock fights best on his own dunghill.
Every cock fights best on his own dunghill.
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!
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.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
In man's most dark extremity
Oft succor dawns from Heaven.
In man's most dark extremity
Oft succor dawns from Heaven.
Busily engaged in doing nothing. [A squirrel in a cage.]
Busily engaged in doing nothing. [A squirrel in a cage.]
Time rolls his ceaseless course.
Time rolls his ceaseless course.
After a bad harvest sow again. [Yield not to difficulties.]
After a bad harvest sow again. [Yield not to difficulties.]
You whirled them to the back of beyont.
You whirled them to the back of beyont.
Do you desire not to be angry? Be not inquisitive. He who
inquires what is said of him only read more
Do you desire not to be angry? Be not inquisitive. He who
inquires what is said of him only works out his own misery.
