Call it not vain: they do not err Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.
Sir Walter Scott (1771 - 1832)
Source: The Lay of the Last Minstrel, 1805, Canto v. Stanza 1.
Contributed by: Zaady
It 's no fish ye 're buying, it 's men's lives.
Source: The Antiquary. Chap. xi.
November's sky is chill and drear, November's leaf is red and sear.
Source: Marmion. 1808, introduction
As old as the hills
Source: The Monastery. 1820, Chap. ix.
But patience, cousin, and shuffle the cards Till our hand is a stronger one.
Source: Quentin Durward. 1823, Chap. viii.
I was not always a man of woe.
Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
Source: Lullaby of an Infant Chief
. . . suspected to have more tongue in his head than mettle in his bosom.
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.
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