Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
It is the fault of youth that it cannot restrain its own
impetuosity.
It is the fault of youth that it cannot restrain its own
impetuosity.
Ambition breaks the ties of blood, and forgets the obligations of gratitude.
Ambition breaks the ties of blood, and forgets the obligations of gratitude.
In listening mood she seemed to stand,
The guardian Naiad of the strand.
In listening mood she seemed to stand,
The guardian Naiad of the strand.
O, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!
O, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!
Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
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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.
