Category Archives: Sir Walter Scott

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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Poem – My Native Land

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 … Continue reading

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Poem – Border Ballad

March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale,  Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order!  March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale,  All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border.  Many a banner spread, Flutters above your head,  Many a crest that … Continue reading

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Poem – Bonny Dundee

To the Lords of Convention ’twas Claver’se who spoke.  ‘Ere the King’s crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke;  So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me,  Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.  Come fill up … Continue reading

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Poem – Bonaparte 

From a rude isle, his ruder lineage came. The spark, that, from a suburb hovel’s hearth  Ascending, wraps some capital in flame, Hath not a meaner or more sordid birth.  And for the soul that bade him waste the earth— … Continue reading

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Poem – Ancient Gaelic Melody

I.Birds of omen dark and foul, Night-crow, raven, bat, and owl, Leave the sick man to his dream –  All night long he heard you scream. Haste to cave and ruin’d tower, Ivy tod, or dingled-bower, There to wink and … Continue reading

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Poem – Answer

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name. 

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