Sir Walter Scott ( 10 of 55 )
Every cock fights best on his own dunghill.
Every cock fights best on his own dunghill.
Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
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Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
In man's most dark extremity
Oft succor dawns from Heaven.
In man's most dark extremity
Oft succor dawns from Heaven.
Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want call quench the eye's bright grace.
Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want call quench the eye's bright grace.
Time rolls his ceaseless course.
Time rolls his ceaseless course.
Busily engaged in doing nothing. [A squirrel in a cage.]
Busily engaged in doing nothing. [A squirrel in a cage.]
You whirled them to the back of beyont.
You whirled them to the back of beyont.
After a bad harvest sow again. [Yield not to difficulties.]
After a bad harvest sow again. [Yield not to difficulties.]
Concealed anger is to be feared; but hatred openly manifested
destroys its chance of revenge.
Concealed anger is to be feared; but hatred openly manifested
destroys its chance of revenge.
