Poems by Sir Walter Scott
Lucy Ashton's Song
... Taste not when the wine-cup glistens ...
MacGregor's Gathering
... Give their roofs to the flame, and their flesh to the eagles! ...
Lullaby of an Infant Chief
... Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red, ...
My Native Land
... Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, ...
On Leaving Mrs. Brown's Lodgings
... And where oats are twenty-five shillings a boll, they say ...
Patriotism 01 Innominatus
... If such there breathe, go, mark him well ...
Patriotism 02 Nelson, Pitt, Fox
... That shrouds, O PITT, thy hallow'd tomb!Deep graved in every British heart, ...
Patriotism 1. Innominatus
... High though his titles, proud his name, ...
Pibroch of Donail Dhu
... Cast your plaids, draw your blades, ...
Rosabelle
... But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle! And each Saint Clair was buried there ...
The Maid of Neidpath
... Though now she sits on Neidpaths tower ...
The Outlaw
... To reign his Queen of May! 'With burnish'd brand and musketoon ...
The Rover's Adieu
... ' He turn'd his charger as he spake ...
The Truth of Woman
... How her faith proved light, and her word was broken: ...
To a Lock of Hair
... And soothed each wound which pride inflamed: - ...
