That said, I did read a couple of abridged versions when I was a child. In his book, Marmion, I do know well the story of Lochinvar as I read an illustrated version to my children many times.
What I just discovered though, was that he penned the lines with which I have been familiar all my life. From Marmion (an epic poem first published in 1808), Canto VI, st. 17.
O, what a tangled web we weave,I assumed it was just a folk saying.
When first we practise to deceive!
Here are some other lines from the poem.
Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth,I might just have to give Marmion a try.
When thought is speech, and speech is truth.
[snip]
When, musing on companions gone,
We doubly feel ourselves alone.
[snip]
'T is an old tale and often told;
But did my fate and wish agree,
Ne'er had been read, in story old,
Of maiden true betray'd for gold,
That loved, or was avenged, like me.
[snip]
And come he slow, or come he fast,
It is but Death who comes at last.
[snip]
Heap on more wood!-the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.
[snip]
England was merry England, when
Old Christmas brought his sports again.
‘Twas Christmas broach’d the mightiest ale;
‘Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer
The poor man’s heart through half the year.
[snip]
And darest thou then
To beard the lion in his den,
The Douglas in his hall?
[snip]
To all, to each, a fair good-night,
And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light!
In the meantime, there is one couplet that seems a nostradamian anachronism.
But woe awaits a country whenWas Sir Walter Scott prophesying to us about our age of sensitive and weeping hipsters and sniveling pajama boys? I hope not.
She sees the tears of bearded men.
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