Her blue eyes sought the west afar, For lovers love the western star.
Sir Walter Scott (1771 - 1832)
Contributed by: Zaady
'T is an old tale and often told; But did my fate and wish agree, Ne'er had been read, in story old, Of maiden true betray'd for gold, That loved, or was avenged, like me.
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.
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.
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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