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
play jewels fairness
Fair play is a jewel.
summer kissing blue
The summer dawn's reflected hue To purple changed Lock Katrine blue, Mildly and soft the western breeze Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees, And the pleased lake, like maiden coy, Trembled but dimpled not for joy.
mirth digestion meat
Meat eaten without either mirth or music is ill of digestion.
summer flower rose
The tear, down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dewdrop on the rose; When next the summer breeze comes by And waves the bush, the flower is dry.
nature
Some touch of Nature's genial glow.
blood water
Blud's thicker than water.
war son scotland
Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife, and carnage drear, Of Flodden's fatal field, When shiver'd was fair Scotland's spear, And broken was her shield!
ambition destiny self
Teach self-denial and make its practice pleasure, and you can create for the world a destiny more sublime that ever issued from the brain of the wildest dreamer.
men light safety
Those who follow the banners oreason are like the well-disciplined battalions which, wearing a more sober uniform and making a less dazzling show than the light troops commanded by imagination, enjoy more safety, and even more honor, in the conflicts ohuman life.
simple race ears
Never was flattery lost on a poet's ear; a simple race, they waste their toil for the vain tribute of a smile.
inspirational-love love-is heaven
For love is heaven and heaven is love.
education teaching forgive-me
God forgive me for having thought it possible that a schoolmaster could be out and out a rational being.
truth rumor may
I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as it was said to me.
dream memorial-day sleep
Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of battled fields no more. Days of danger, nights of waking.