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
enemy religion mirth
It is a great disgrace to religion, to imagine that it is an enemy to mirth and cheerfulness, and a severe exacter of pensive looks and solemn faces.
retirement voice vanity
There are those to whom a sense of religion has come in storm and tempest; there are those whom it has summoned amid scenes of revelry and idle vanity; there are those, too, who have heard its "still small voice" amid rural leisure and placid retirement. But perhaps the knowledge which causeth not to err is most frequently impressed upon the mind during the season of affliction.
country book oxford
It was in the beginning of the month of November, 17--, when a young English gentleman, who had just left the university of Oxford, made use of the liberty afforded him, to visit some parts of the north of England; and curiosity extended his tour into the adjacent frontier of the sister country.
seven-years use ifs
If you keep a thing seven years, you are sure to find a use for it.
death art rivers
Like the dew on the mountain, like the foam on the river, like the bubble on the fountain, thou art gone, and for ever!
running successful europe
What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier?
war flying dying
In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying.
southern fine-words fine
There is a southern proverb - fine words butter no parsnips.
lasts last-words stanley
"Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley, on!" Were the last words of Marmion.
lying awful mystery
Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries!
race mutual-help fellow-man
The race of humankind would perish did they cease to aid each other.
eyelashes long important
What I have to say is far more important than how long my eyelashes are.
groundhog-day self dust
Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung.
fighting land patriotism
Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland?