An sms from Madhu made me curious about a certain Sir Walter Scott, a (obviously) Scottish poet who wrote some stuff I remember reading about in my school days.
And come he slow, or come he fast,
It is but death who comes at last.
Oh what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!
Marmion, Canto vi. Stanza 17.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And men below, and saints above;
For love is heaven, and heaven is love
The Lay of the Last Minstrel (1805)
A stanza for the poor guys in Iraq:-
Soldier, rest! thy warfare o’er,
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,
Dream of battled fields no more,
Days of danger, nights of waking
The Lady of The Lake (1810)
OH! young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broadsword he weapons had none.
He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Lochinvar (CBSE students must remember this one)
Finally, the one which started it all, and is the topic of much debate.
O woman! In our hours of ease
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade
By the light, quivering aspen made;
When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou!
I think the lines above are too narrow in scope and reflect the thinking of that day and age, when women were seen as nurses who could take care of the house and manor, but not much else. This was written before Victorian Era began, while William IV was still on the throne in London.
Incidentally, William IV was an early bean-counter, who made sure his coronation cost only one-tenth of George IV, his predecessor. He was also for parliamentary reform.
PS 1 Am off to Green Coconut for an outbound program, supposedly to teach us stress busting techniques. If its party you want, its party you got!
PS 2 If you got to the end of this post without dozing off, here is something interesting to chew on.