Sir Walter Scott Poems

The herring loves the merry moon-light,
The mackerel loves the wind,
But the oyster loves the dredging sang,
For they come of a gentle kind.
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I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Hellvellyn,
Lakes and mountains beneath me gleamed misty and wide;
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Young men will love thee more fair and more fast;
Heard ye so merry the little bird sing?
Old men's love the longest will last,
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Chorus

Donald Caird's
come again!
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Enchantress, farewell, who so oft hast decoy'd me,
At the close of the evening through woodlands to roam,
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Dust unto dust,
To this all must;
The tenant hath resign'd
The faded form To waste and worm-
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When Israel, of the Lord beloved,
Out from the land of bondage came,
Her father's God before her moved,
An awful Guide, in smoke and flame.
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Emblem of England's ancient faith,
Full proudly may thy branches wave,
Where loyalty lies low in death,
And valour fills a timeless grave.


Emblem of Englan ...
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Twist ye, twine ye! even so,
Mingle shades of joy and woe,
Hope, and fear, and peace, and strife,
In the thread of human life.
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This ae nighte, this ae nighte,
Every nighte and alle;
Fire and sleete and candle lighte,
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