Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
St. Leon raised his kindling eye,
And lifts the sparkling cup on high;
"I drink to one," read more
St. Leon raised his kindling eye,
And lifts the sparkling cup on high;
"I drink to one," he said,
"Whose image never may depart,
Deep graven on this grateful heart,
Till memory be dead."
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St. Leon paused, as if he would
Not breathe her name in careless mood
Thus lightly to another;
Then bent his noble head, as though
To give the word the reverence due,
And gently said, "My mother!"
Fortune may rob us of our wealth, not of our courage.
Fortune may rob us of our wealth, not of our courage.
Crime requires further crime to conceal it.
Crime requires further crime to conceal it.
One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years read more
One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum.
