Sir Walter Scott

And let our barks across the pathless flood
Hold different courses.

And let our barks across the pathless flood
Hold different courses.

Vengeance to God alone belongs;
But, when I think of all my wrongs
My blood is liquid read more

Vengeance to God alone belongs;
But, when I think of all my wrongs
My blood is liquid flame!

Vengeance, deep-brooding o'er the slain, Had locked the source of softer woe, And burning pride and high disdain Forbade the read more

Vengeance, deep-brooding o'er the slain, Had locked the source of softer woe, And burning pride and high disdain Forbade the rising tear to flow

Busily engaged in doing nothing. [A squirrel in a cage.]

Busily engaged in doing nothing. [A squirrel in a cage.]

In man's most dark extremity
Oft succor dawns from Heaven.

In man's most dark extremity
Oft succor dawns from Heaven.