Sir Walter Scott

He who boasts of his pedigree praises that which does not belong
to him.

He who boasts of his pedigree praises that which does not belong
to him.

The summer dawn's reflected hue
To purple changed Lock Katrine blue,
Mildly and soft the western breeze
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The summer dawn's reflected hue
To purple changed Lock Katrine blue,
Mildly and soft the western breeze
Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees,
And the pleased lake, like maiden coy,
Trembled but dimpled not for joy.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

Some feelings are to mortals given,
With less of earth in them than heaven.

Some feelings are to mortals given,
With less of earth in them than heaven.

Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the read more

Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou are gone, and for ever!