We often praise the evening clouds, And tints so gay and bold, But seldom think upon our God, Who tinged these clouds with gold. Walter Scott More Quotes by Walter Scott More Quotes From Walter Scott Despite those titles, power, and pelf, Walter Scott groundhog-daydustself Great talent has always a little madness mixed up with it. Walter Scott madnesstalentlittles Still are the thoughts to memory dear. Walter Scott dear-medearmemories Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er. Walter Scott memorial-daymemorialsoldier Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand! Walter Scott landcountryhands 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 gleesoulage Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries! Walter Scott awfulmysterylying In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying. Walter Scott flyingdyingwar What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier? Walter Scott successrunningeurope Fair play is a jewel. Walter Scott jewelsplayjustice 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 purplekissingsummer He hath a share of man's intelligence, but no share of man's falsehood. Walter Scott sharedogmen Meat eaten without either mirth or music is ill of digestion. Walter Scott mirthdigestionmeat 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 growingsleeptree Affection can withstand very severe storms of vigor, but not a long polar frost of indifference. Walter Scott stormdifferenceslong Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth. Walter Scott truthageboys I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd. Walter Scott herdsmotherhoodmother 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 toilracesimple 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 lightimaginationmen Oh, poverty parts good company. Walter Scott good-companycompanypoverty
