. . . suspected to have more tongue in his head than mettle in his bosom.
Sir Walter Scott (1771 - 1832)
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries!
Source: The Monastery. 1820, Chap. xii.
For Love will still be lord of all.
Source: The Lady of the Lake, 1810
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Source: Lay of the Last Minstrel, 1805, canto iii, st. ii.
Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.
Source: Lord of the Isles. Canto i. Stanza 23.
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