Sir Walter Scott

But with the morning cool repentance came.

But with the morning cool repentance came.

Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes read more

Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea.

You whirled them to the back of beyont.

You whirled them to the back of beyont.

Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains,
Winning from Reason's hand the reins,
Pity and woe! for read more

Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains,
Winning from Reason's hand the reins,
Pity and woe! for such a mind
Is soft contemplative, and kind.

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.