Thursday, October 16, 2008

The Troubadour, by Walter Scott

My Lady's Solar
The Troubadour
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;
Gayly for love and fame to fight
Befits the gallant Troubadour.
Walter Scott


  1. Loving the autumnal look here today Schotzy!!

  2. Hi Carolyn, I'll try to put all my comments into this one... first, I am also concerned about the direction the country is taking. Now that I am in the UK, I can tell you how devastating socialism and a godless society are. Morals and standards are quite low over here. Health care is abysmal. It is NOT a good thing. Everyone who cares deeply must VOTE!! Next, maybe we could go halves on a castle?? Can you imagine? I would LOVE to buy a castle. Talk about a dream come true! I wonder if they will take £100 a month? Your fall posts, and your new blog design are lovely. And of course, Walter Scott... have you been to Abbotsford? Well... you write many though-provoking, and meaningful things. Thanks for sharing. :-) Stacey


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