Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
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Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly,
Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky.
Then let the good Thy mighty name revere,
And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear.
He makes a great row but does nothing.
He makes a great row but does nothing.
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.
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!
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?
