Sir Walter Scott

Sir Walter Scott

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Sir Walter Scott, 1st Baronet FRSE FSA Scot (15 August 1771 – 21 September 1832) was a Scottish historical novelist, poet, playwright, and historian. Many of his works remain classics of both English-language literature and of Scottish literature.
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Addressed to the Right Hon
Lady Anne Hamilton
When princely Hamilton's
Ennobled Cadyow's Gothic towers,
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Stern eagle of the far north-west,
Thou that bearest in thy grasp the thunderbolt,
Thou whose rushing pinions stir ocean to madness,
Thou the destroyer of herds, thou the scatterer of navies,
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I
While great events were on the gale,
And each hour brought a varying tale,
And the demeanour, changed and cold,
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Knight And
There came three merry men from south, west, and north,
Ever more sing the roundelay;
To win the Widow of Wycombe forth,
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I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Hellvellyn,
Lakes and mountains beneath me gleamed misty and wide;
All was still, save by fits, when the eagle was yelling,
And starting around me the echoes replied
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Time rolls his ceaseless course
The race of yore,    Who danced our infancy upon their knee,
And told our marvelling boyhood legends store    Of their strange ventures happed by land or sea,
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To the Lords of Convention 'twas Clavers who spoke
'Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke; So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me, Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my c...
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"O hone a rie'
O hone a rie
"The pride of Albin's line is o'er,
And fall'n Glenartney's stateliest tree;
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Where shall the lover rest Whom the fates sever From his true maiden’s breast Parted for ever
Where, through groves deep and high Sounds the far billow, Where early violets die Under the willow
Eleu loro Soft shall be his pillow
The...
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From a rude isle, his ruder lineage came
The spark, that, from a suburb hovel's hearth Ascending, wraps some capital in flame, Hath not a meaner or more sordid birth
And for the soul that bade him waste the earth— The sable land-flood fr...
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Enchantress, farewell, who so oft hast decoy'd me,
At the close of the evening through woodlands to roam,
Where the forester, 'lated, with wonder espied
Explore the wild scenes he was quitting for home
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The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill, In Ettrick's vale, is sinking sweet;
The westland wind is hush and still, The lake lies sleeping at my feet
Yet not the landscape to mine eye Bears those bright hues that once it bore,
Though evening ...
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It was an English ladye bright, (The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,)And she would marry a Scottish knight, For Love will still be lord of all
Blithely they saw the rising sun When he shone fair on Carlisle wall;
But they were sad ere ...
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In peace,
Love tunes the shepherd’s reed;
In war, he mounts the warrior’s steed;
In halls, in gay attire is seen;
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Woman's faith, and woman's trust—Write the characters in the dust;
Stamp them on the running stream,
Print them on the moon's pale beam,
And each evanescent
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From heavy dreams fair Helen rose,
And eyed the dawning red:"Alas, my love, thou tarriest long
O art thou false or dead
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