Some Poems
By Sir Walter Scott
22 Oct, 2019
Glowing with love, on fire for fame A Troubadour that hated sorrow Beneath his lady's window came, And thus he sung his last good-morrow: "My arm it is my country's right, My heart is in my true-love's bower.
Glowing with love, on fire for fame A Troubadour that hated sorrow Beneath his lady's window came, And thus he sung his last good-morrow: "My arm it is my country's right, My heart is in my true-love's bower. Less