Poem by Walter Scott

Major Bellenden's Song

And what though winter will pinch severe
Through locks of grey and a cloak that's old?
Yet keep up thy heart, bold cavalier,
For a cup of sack shall fence the cold.

For time will rust the brightest blade,
And years will break the strongest bow;
Was ever wight so starkly made,
But time and years would overthrow? 

1. The Monks of Bangor’s March
2. On Ettrick Forest’s Mountains Dun
3. The Maid of Isla
4. On the Massacre of Glencoe
5. Lines Addressed to Ranald Macdonald, Esq., of Staffa

Print

1502 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version