November's sky is chill and drear, November's leaf is red and sear.
Sir Walter Scott (1771 - 1832)
Source: Marmion. 1808, introduction
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
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.
. . . 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.
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.
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