Sir Walter Scott

(1771-1832 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

To A Lock Of Hair - Poem by Sir Walter Scott

Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright
As in that well - remember'd night
When first thy mystic braid was wove,
And first my Agnes whisper'd love.

Since then how often hast thou prest
The torrid zone of this wild breast,
Whose wrath and hate have sworn to dwell
With the first sin that peopled hell;
A breast whose blood's a troubled ocean,
Each throb the earthquake's wild commotion!
O if such clime thou canst endure
Yet keep thy hue unstain'd and pure,
What conquest o'er each erring thought
Of that fierce realm had Agnes wrought!
I had not wander'd far and wide
With such an angel for my guide;
Nor heaven nor earth could then reprove me
If she had lived and lived to love me.

Not then this world's wild joys had been
To me one savage hunting scene,
My sole delight the headlong race
And frantic hurry of the chase;
To start, pursue, and bring to bay,
Rush in, drag down, and rend my prey,
Then - from the carcass turn away!
Mine ireful mood had sweetness tamed,
And soothed each wound which pride inflamed: -
Yes, God and man might now approve me
If thou hadst lived and lived to love me!


Comments about To A Lock Of Hair by Sir Walter Scott

  • Susan Williams (8/15/2016 4:57:00 PM)


    They could use this poem in the dictionary to illustrate the meaning of Passionate (Report) Reply

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  • Anil Kumar Panda (8/15/2016 10:59:00 AM)


    A beautiful poem and very enjoyable to read. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Akachukwu Lekwauwa (8/15/2016 10:48:00 AM)


    what a lovely poem we have here. i love this, beautiful rhymes all over (Report) Reply

  • (8/15/2016 10:05:00 AM)


    An awesome poem with so much word power. (Report) Reply

  • (8/15/2016 8:01:00 AM)


    An awesome narration with equally awesome dance of emotions. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (8/15/2016 6:39:00 AM)


    Pure and bright! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • (8/15/2016 5:38:00 AM)


    With the first sin that peopled hell;
    A breast whose blood's a troubled ocean, ; worth reading.
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  • Susan Williams (3/10/2016 3:12:00 PM)


    Sometimes the written word can be so perfectly formed and the words stay in our hearts and souls- for example, the closing lines of this poem- - - - - - - - -
    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Yes, God and man might now approve me
    If thou hadst lived and lived to love me!
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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