Maxioms by 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.
He sins not, who is not wilfully a sinner.
He sins not, who is not wilfully a sinner.
Haste, holy Friar,
Haste, ere the sinner shall expire!
Of all his guilt let him be shriven,
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Haste, holy Friar,
Haste, ere the sinner shall expire!
Of all his guilt let him be shriven,
And smooth his path from earth to heaven!
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.
O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy read more
O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,
Land of the mountain and the flood,
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band,
That knits me to thy rugged strand!
