For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.
Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832), Scottish novelist, poet. The Lay of the Last Minstrel. . .
New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250–1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press
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