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, unhonored, and unsung.
Walter ScottAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer, Poet
- Nationality: scottish
- Born: August 14, 1771
- Died: September 21, 1832
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