Author: Sir Walter Scott

Bring the bowl which you boast, Fill it up to the brim; ‘Tis to him we love most, And to […]

Woman’s faith, and woman’s trust – Write the characters in the dust; Stamp them on the running stream, Print them […]

Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark, On purple peaks a deeper shade descending; In twilight copse the […]

March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order! March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale, All […]

TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her […]

Where shall the lover rest Whom the fates sever From his true maiden’s breast Parted for ever? Where, through groves […]

O listen, listen, ladies gay! No haughty feat of arms I tell; Soft is the note, and sad the lay […]

The toils are pitched, and the stakes are set, Ever sing merrily, merrily; The bows they bend, and the knives […]

Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh The sun has left the lea, The orange-flower perfumes the bower, The breeze […]