Sir Walter Scott

(1771-1832 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Sir Walter Scott Poems

121. Love 4/2/2010
122. Proud Maisie 1/3/2003
123. County Guy 1/3/2003
124. Ancient Gaelic Melody 4/2/2010
125. Patriotism 1. Innominatus 1/4/2003
126. The Lady Of The Lake: Canto 1 (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
127. Datur Hora Quieti 12/31/2002
128. Harp Of The North, Farewell! 1/3/2003
129. Brignall Banks 1/3/2003
130. Bonaparte 4/2/2010
131. On Tweed River 4/2/2010
132. Lullaby Of An Infant Chief 1/3/2003
133. Death Chant 4/2/2010
134. Country Guy 12/31/2002
135. Patriotism 01 Innominatus 1/1/2004
136. It Was An English Ladye Bright 12/31/2002
137. Hunter's Song 1/3/2003
138. Sound, Sound The Clarion 12/31/2002
139. A Serenade 1/3/2003
140. Lucy Ashton's Song 1/3/2003
141. Coronach 12/31/2002
142. To A Lock Of Hair 12/31/2002
143. An Hour With Thee 4/2/2010
144. Hunting Song 4/2/2010
145. Breathes There The Man... From The Lay Of The Last Minstrel 4/2/2010
146. Border Ballad 1/3/2003
147. Macgregor's Gathering 1/3/2003
148. The Truth Of Woman 12/31/2002
149. My Native Land 12/31/2002
150. Lochinvar 12/31/2002
151. Answer 12/31/2002

Comments about Sir Walter Scott

  • ajanth (1/10/2019 4:47:00 AM)

    very nice creative poems

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  • Will B Will B (1/24/2012 2:51:00 PM)

    I have written a Poem in celebration of Sir Walter Scott, called Lift Off.
    A stone rocket sits on Princes st, it hasn't moved for years.
    Its fuel used up many years ago, in the writing of great man who sits beneath it.Taking us all on a journey, fixed both in history and in the work of the readers and writers who followed. It has reached its destination.Imagination, set in stone, for all to see.

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Best Poem of Sir Walter Scott

Answer

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.

Read the full of Answer

Rosabelle

O listen, listen, ladies gay!
No haughty feat of arms I tell;
Soft is the note, and sad the lay
That mourns the lovely Rosabelle.

‘Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew!
And, gentle lady, deign to stay!
Rest thee in Castle Ravensheuch,
Nor tempt the stormy firth to-day.

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