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

2 comments:

  1. Loving the autumnal look here today Schotzy!!

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  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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