Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
Death falls heavily on that man who, known too well to others,
dies in ignorance of himself.
Death falls heavily on that man who, known too well to others,
dies in ignorance of himself.
Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive!
Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive!
He makes a great row but does nothing.
He makes a great row but does nothing.
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.
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band
That knits me to read more
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band
That knits me to thy rugged strand!
