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Sir Walter Scott

Life dates: 1771 AD — 1832 AD

Listed in the author section of Bartlett’s ninth-edition anthology, in the linked 1905 printing. Dates reflect that historical edition and may differ from modern scholarship.

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13c. 1801 AD
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 From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go—mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim— Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
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14c. 1801 AD
There is a land, of every land the pride, Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside; Where brighter suns dispense serener light, And milder moons emparadise the night;— There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride, While in his softened looks benignly blend The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend;— "Where shall that land, that spot of earth, be found?" Art thou a man?—a patriot?—look around! O, thou shalt find, where'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home!
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15c. 1801 AD
Wasted, weary,—wherefore stay Wrestling thus with earth and clay! From the body pass away!— Hark! the mass is singing. From thee doff thy mortal weed, Mary Mother be thy speed, Saints to help thee at thy need! Hark! the knell is ringing. Fear not snow-drift driving past, Sleet, or hail, or levin blast; Soon the shroud shall lap thee fast, And the sleep be on thee cast That shall know no waking. Haste thee, haste thee to be gone, Earth flits past, and time draws on,— Gasp thy gasp, and groan thy groan, Day is near the breaking.
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17c. 1801 AD
That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away; What power shall be the sinner’s stay? How will ye meet that dreadful day? When shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead. O! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay; Be Thou the trembling sinner’s stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away.
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19c. 1801 AD
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, By day along the astonish’d lands The cloudy pillar glided slow; By night Arabia’s crimson’d sands Return’d the fiery column’s glow. And present still, though now unseen! When brightly shines the prosperous day. Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray; And oh, when stoops in Judah’s path, In shade and storm, the frequent night, Be Thou long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light.
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20c. 1801 AD
“Why sits thou by that ruin’d hall, Thou aged carle so stern and grey? Dost thou its former pride recall, Or ponder how it pass’d away?” “Know’st thou not me?” the deep voice cried, “So long enjoyed, so oft misused— Alternate, in thy fickle pride, Desired, neglected, and accused? Before my breath, like smoking flax, Man and his marvels pass away, And changing empires wane and wax, Are founded, flourish, and decay. Redeem mine hours—the space is brief While in my glass the sand-grains shiver, And measureless thy joy or grief, When time and thou shalt part for ever!”
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