Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
The summer dawn's reflected hue
To purple changed Lock Katrine blue,
Mildly and soft the western breeze
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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.
He, who holds out but a doubtful hope of succour to the
afflicted, denies it.
He, who holds out but a doubtful hope of succour to the
afflicted, denies it.
Scared out of his seven senses.
Scared out of his seven senses.
He makes a great row but does nothing.
He makes a great row but does nothing.
Art thou a friend to Roderick?
Art thou a friend to Roderick?
