I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
Sir Walter Scott (1771 - 1832)
Source: The Lay of the Last Minstrel, 1805
Contributed by: Zaady
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored and unsung.
Vacant heart, and hand, and eye, Easy live and quiet die.
Source: The Bride of Lammermoor, 1819
If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight.
So wags the world.
Source: Ivanhoe, 1819
Widowed wife and wedded maid.
Source: The Betrothed. Chap. xv.
The will to do, the soul to dare.
Source: The Lady of the Lake, 1810
Woman's faith and woman's trust, Write the characters in dust.
Source: The Betrothed. Chap. xx.
The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monam's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade.
Along thy wild and willow'd shore.
Source: Canto iv. Stanza 1.
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