Cats are a very mysterious kind of folk. There is always more passing in their minds than we are aware of. Walter Scott More Quotes by Walter Scott More Quotes From Walter Scott Despite those titles, power, and pelf, Walter Scott groundhog-day dust self Great talent has always a little madness mixed up with it. Walter Scott madness talent littles Still are the thoughts to memory dear. Walter Scott dear-me dear memories Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er. Walter Scott memorial-day memorial soldier Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand! Walter Scott land country hands On his bold visage middle age Had slightly press'd its signet sage, Yet had not quench'd the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth: Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare. Walter Scott glee soul age Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries! Walter Scott awful mystery lying In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying. Walter Scott flying dying war What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier? Walter Scott success running europe Fair play is a jewel. Walter Scott jewels play justice The summer dawn's reflected hue To purple changed Lock Katrine blue, Mildly and soft the western breeze Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees, And the pleased lake, like maiden coy, Trembled but dimpled not for joy. Walter Scott purple kissing summer He hath a share of man's intelligence, but no share of man's falsehood. Walter Scott share dog men Meat eaten without either mirth or music is ill of digestion. Walter Scott mirth digestion meat Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye 're sleeping. Walter Scott growing sleep tree Affection can withstand very severe storms of vigor, but not a long polar frost of indifference. Walter Scott storm differences long Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth. Walter Scott truth age boys I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd. Walter Scott herds motherhood mother Never was flattery lost on a poet's ear; a simple race, they waste their toil for the vain tribute of a smile. Walter Scott toil race simple Those who follow the banners oreason are like the well-disciplined battalions which, wearing a more sober uniform and making a less dazzling show than the light troops commanded by imagination, enjoy more safety, and even more honor, in the conflicts ohuman life. Walter Scott light imagination men Oh, poverty parts good company. Walter Scott good-company company poverty
