The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have know a better day.
Sir Walter Scott (1771 - 1832)
Source: The Lay of the Last Minstrel, 1805
Contributed by: Zaady
Thus aged men, full loth and slow, The vanities of life forego, And count their youthful follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more.
Source: Rokeby. Canto v. Stanza 1.
Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth.
And dar'st thou then To beard the lion in his den, The Douglas in his hall?
Source: The Talisman. 1825, Canto vi. Stanza xiv.
He turn'd his charger as he spake, Upon the river shore, He gave his bridle reins a shake, Said, "Adieu for evermore, my love, And adieu for evermore."
Source: "Rokeby" (1813)
Where, where was Roderick then? One blast upon his bugle horn Were worth a thousand men.
Source: Lady of the Lake. Canto vi. Stanza 18.
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