Walter Scott
Walter Scott
Sir Walter Scott, 1st Baronet, FRSEwas a Scottish historical novelist, playwright and poet with many contemporary readers in Europe, Australia, and North America...
NationalityScottish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth15 August 1771
vanity and-love philanthropy
A good deal of philanthropy arises in general from mere vanity and love of distinction gilded over to others and to themselves with some show of benevolent sentiment.
kings wine people
Look not thou on beauty's charming; Sit thou still when kings are arming; Taste not when the wine-cup glistens; Speak not when the people listens
war past may
A ruin should always be protected but never repaired - thus may we witness full the lingering legacies of the past.
men may donkey
Hurry no man's cattle; you may come to own a donkey yourself
strong horse pain
Alas!... what is it, valiant knight, save an offering of sacrifice to a demon of vain glory, and a passing through the fire of Moloch? What remains to you as a prize of all the blood you have spilled, of all the travail and pain you have endured, of all the tears which your deeds have caused, when death hath broken the strong man's spear, and overtaken the speed of his war-horse?
dare dies
All is possible for those who dare to die!
fate long permit
As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.
haste leisure repent
Marry in haste, repent at leisure.
pain pleasure share
Each must drain His share of pleasure, share of pain.
beautiful lying book
In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large forest, covering the greater part of the beautiful hills and valleys which lie between Sheffield and the pleasant town of Doncaster.
dream years progress
Though varying wishes, hopes, and fears, Fever'd the progress of these years, Yet now, days, weeks, and months but seem The recollection of a dream.
mother dream morning
What various scenes, and O! what scenes of Woe, Are witness'd by that red and struggling beam! The fever'd patient, from his pallet low, Through crowded hospitals beholds it stream; The ruined maiden trembles at its gleam, The debtor wakes to thought of gyve and jail, The love-lorn wretch starts from tormenting dream; The wakeful mother, by the glimmering pale, Trims her sick infant's couch, and soothes his feeble wail.
mystery charm womanhood
Mystery has great charms for womanhood.
names race sprung
Who, noteless as the race from which he sprung, Saved others' names, but left his own unsung.