Sir Walter Scott

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.

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.

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.

A coward calls himself cautious, a miser thrifty.

A coward calls himself cautious, a miser thrifty.

Delightful praise!--like summer rose,
That brighter in the dew-drop glows,
The bashful maiden's cheek appear'd,
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Delightful praise!--like summer rose,
That brighter in the dew-drop glows,
The bashful maiden's cheek appear'd,
For Douglas spoke, and Malcolm heard.