Poem by Walter Scott

Lucy Ashton's Song

Look not thou on beauty's charming;
Sit thou still when kings are arming;
Taste not when the wine-cup glistens;
Speak not when the people listens;
Stop thine ear against the singer;
From the red gold keep thy finger;
Vacant heart and hand and eye,
Easy live and quiet die. 

1. On Ettrick Forest’s Mountains Dun
2. Lines Addressed to Ranald Macdonald, Esq., of Staffa
3. The Sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill
4. The Monks of Bangor’s March
5. On Leaving Mrs. Brown's Lodgings

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