Sir Walter Scott

Fortune may rob us of our wealth, not of our courage.

Fortune may rob us of our wealth, not of our courage.

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, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters
through a marsh, without either honour or observation.

With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.

With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.

But with the morning cool repentance came.

But with the morning cool repentance came.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my read more

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!