More from Walter Scott
O, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!Marmion (1808), Canto VI, st. 17.In contextTo all, to each, a fair good-night,
And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light!Marmion (1808), L’Envoy.In contextI cannot tell how the truth may be;
I say the tale as ‘twas said to me.The Lay of the Last Minstrel (1805), Canto II, stanza 22.In context
More about anger
William Blake1757–1827A Poison Tree (1794), Songs of Experience (1794), A Poison Tree, st. 1In context



