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The Maid Of Toro – Sir Walter Scott

O, low shone the sun on the fair lake of Toro, And weak were the whispers that waved the dark wood, All as a fair maiden, bewilder’d in sorrow, Sorely sigh’d to the breezes, and wept to the flood. ‘O, … Continue reading

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Romance Of Dunois – Sir Walter Scott

It was Dunois, the young and brave, was bound for Palestine, But first he made his orisons before Saint Mary’s shrine: ‘And grant, immortal Queen of Heaven,’ was still the Soldier’s prayer; ‘That I may prove the bravest knight, and … Continue reading

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Christmas – Sir Walter Scott

The glowing censers, and their rich perfume; The splendid vestments, and the sounding choir; The gentle sigh of soul-subduing piety; The alms which open-hearted charity Bestows, with kindly glance; and those Which e’en stern avarice. Though with unwilling hand, Seems … Continue reading

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County Guy – Sir Walter Scott

Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh, The sun has left the lea, The orange flower perfumes the bower, The breeze is on the sea. The lark his lay who thrill’d all day Sits hush’d his partner nigh: Breeze, bird, … Continue reading

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To A Lock Of Hair – Sir Walter Scott

Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright As in that well – remember’d night When first thy mystic braid was wove, And first my Agnes whisper’d love. Since then how often hast thou prest The torrid zone of this … Continue reading

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The Truth Of Woman – Sir Walter Scott

Woman’s faith, and woman’s trust – Write the characters in the dust; Stamp them on the running stream, Print them on the moon’s pale beam, And each evanescent letter Shall be clearer, firmer, better, And more permanent, I ween, Than … Continue reading

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Poem – The New Remorse

The sin was mine; I did not understand. So now is music prisoned in her cave, Save where some ebbing desultory wave Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand. And in the withered hollow of this land Hath Summer … Continue reading

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