Sir Walter Scott

We do that in our zeal our calmer moment would be afraid to
answer.

We do that in our zeal our calmer moment would be afraid to
answer.

St. Leon raised his kindling eye,
And lifts the sparkling cup on high;
"I drink to one," read more

St. Leon raised his kindling eye,
And lifts the sparkling cup on high;
"I drink to one," he said,
"Whose image never may depart,
Deep graven on this grateful heart,
Till memory be dead."
. . . .
St. Leon paused, as if he would
Not breathe her name in careless mood
Thus lightly to another;
Then bent his noble head, as though
To give the word the reverence due,
And gently said, "My mother!"

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.

And honeysuckle loved to crawl
Up the low crag and ruin'd wall.

And honeysuckle loved to crawl
Up the low crag and ruin'd wall.

Consider an enemy may become a friend.

Consider an enemy may become a friend.