Author: Sir Walter Scott

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

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

The moon’s on the lake, and the mist’s on the brae, And the Clan has a name that is nameless […]

weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And […]

The sun upon the lake is low, The wild birds hush their song, The hills have evening’s deepest glow, Yet […]

Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright As in that well – remember’d night When first thy mystic braid […]

BREATHES there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, ‘This is my own, my native […]

To the Lords of Convention ’twas Claver’se who spoke. ‘Ere the King’s crown shall fall there are crowns to be […]

So goodbye, Mrs. Brown, I am going out of town, Over dale, over down, Where bugs bite not, Where lodgers […]

Look not thou on beauty’s charming; Sit thou still when kings are arming; Taste not when the wine-cup glistens; Speak […]

It was an English ladye bright, (The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,) And she would marry a Scottish knight, […]

He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was […]

O, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there, Would grace […]

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 […]