Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
Where's the coward that would not dare
To fight for such a land?
Where's the coward that would not dare
To fight for such a land?
What skilful limner e'er would choose
To paint the rainbow's varying hues,
Unless to mortal it were read more
What skilful limner e'er would choose
To paint the rainbow's varying hues,
Unless to mortal it were given
To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?
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!
It is a proof of nobility of mind to despise injuries.
It is a proof of nobility of mind to despise injuries.
