The Lady of the Lake

“The rose is fairest when 't is budding new,And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;The rose is sweetest washed with morning dewAnd love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.””

— Walter Scott

“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.””

— Walter Scott

“so wondrous wild, the whole might seemthe scenery of a fairy dream””

— Walter Scott

“Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances! Honored and blessed be the ever-green Pine!Long may the tree, in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line! Heaven send it happy dew, Earth lend it sap anew, Gayly to bourgeon and broadly to grow, While every Highland glen Sends our shout back again, 'Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!””

— Walter Scott

“Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil nor night of waking.””

— Walter Scott

“Where shall he find, in foreign land,So lone a lake, so sweet a strand!--There is no breeze upon the fern, No ripple on the lake,Upon her eyry nods the erne, The deer has sought the brake;The small birds will not sing aloud, The springing trout lies still,So darkly glooms yon thunder-cloud,That swathes, as with a purple shroud””

— Walter Scott

“Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark, On purple peaks a deeper shade descending;In twilight copse the glow-worm lights her spark, The deer, half seen, are to the covert wending.Resume thy wizard elm! the fountain lending, And the wild breeze, thy wilder minstrelsy;Thy numbers sweet with nature's vespers blending, With distant echo from the fold and lea,And herd-boy's evening pipe, and hum of housing bee.””

— Walter Scott