As old as the hills
Sir Walter Scott (1771 - 1832)
Source: The Monastery. 1820, Chap. ix.
Contributed by: Zaady
But patience, cousin, and shuffle the cards Till our hand is a stronger one.
Source: Quentin Durward. 1823, Chap. viii.
For ne'er was lost on poet's ear: A simple race! They waste their toil For the vain tribute of a smile.
Source: The Lay of the Last Minstrel, 1805, Canto v. Stanza 1.
Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel.
Source: Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 21.
The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
Source: Lady of the Lake. 1810, Canto iv. Stanza 1.
I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.
Source: The Betrothed. Chap. xxviii.
Where lives the man that has not tried How mirth can into folly glide, And folly into sin!
Source: Bridal of Triermain. Canto i. Stanza 21.
But with the morning cool reflection came.
Source: Chronicles of the Canongate. Chap. iv.
A mother's pride, a father's joy.
Source: Rokeby. 1813, Canto iii. Stanza 15.
When, musing on companions gone, We doubly feel ourselves alone.
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