Sir Walter Scott

Scared out of his seven senses.

Scared out of his seven senses.

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.

Do you desire not to be angry? Be not inquisitive. He who
inquires what is said of him only read more

Do you desire not to be angry? Be not inquisitive. He who
inquires what is said of him only works out his own misery.

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.

England was merry England, when
Old Christmas brought his sports again.
'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale;
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England was merry England, when
Old Christmas brought his sports again.
'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale;
'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer
The poor man's heart through half the year.