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“What skilful limner e'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?”

Quote by Walter Scott

Book:The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart

Work

The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart

This volume includes a selection of Sir Walter Scott's poems, offering readers a glimpse into the works of one of Scotland's most celebrated literary figures. The collection spans various themes and styles, reflecting Scott's versatility as a poet. more

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Walter Scott, born on August 15, 1771, and died on September 21, 1832, was a renowned British baronet. He is best known for his extensive literary works, particularly his historical novels and poetry. more

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