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WALTER SCOTT.
1771-1832.
THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL.
Canto ii. St. 1.
If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright,
Go visit it by the pale moonlight.
Canto ii. St. 12.
I was not always a man of woe.
Canto ii. St. 22.
I cannot tell how the truth may be;
I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
Canto iii. St. 2.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And men below and saints above;
For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Canto v. St. 1.
Call it not vain; they do not err,
Who say, that, when the poet dies,
Mute Nature mourns her worshiper,
And celebrates his obsequies.
Canto v. St. 13.
True love's the gift which God has given
To man alone beneath the heaven.
It is the secret sympathy,
The silver link, the silken tie,
Which heart to heart, and mind to mind,
In body and in soul can bind.
Canto vi. St. 1.
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 burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned
Prom wandering on a foreign strand?
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Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Canto vi. St. 2.
O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood;
Land of the mountain and the flood.
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