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
dark men heaven
In man's most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven.
soul age vehemence
On his bold visage middle age Had slightly press'd its signet sage, Yet had not quench'd the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth: Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare.
first-love snow firsts
From my experience, not one in twenty marries the first love; we build statues of snow and weep to see them melt.
party faults quarrels
In love quarrels the party that loves the most is always most willing to acknowledge the greater fault.
work eye grace
Hard toil can roughen form and face, And want call quench the eye's bright grace.
invention wells peacemaker
Necessity--thou best of peacemakers, As well as surest prompter of invention.
would-be answers moments
We do that in our zeal our calmer moment would be afraid to answer.
thank-you flower may
Welcome as the flowers in May.
ambition cures
Ambition is no cure for love!
summer queens grace
Oh, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer's queen.
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winning hands mind
Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains, Winning from Reason's hand the reins, Pity and woe! for such a mind Is soft contemplative, and kind.
art mean pride
High minds, of native pride and force, Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse; Fear, for their scourge, means villains have, Thou art the torturer of the brave!
sky names voice
Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll, And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole, Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly, Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky. Then let the good Thy mighty name revere, And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear.