In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying.
Sir Walter Scott (1771 - 1832)
Contributed by: Zaady
Affection can withstand very severe storms of vigor, but not a long polar frost of indifference.
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.
And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace Of finer form or lovelier face.
Source: Lady of the Lake. 1810, Canto i. Stanza 18.
Hail to the chief who in triumph advances!
Source: Lady of the Lake. 1810, Canto ii. Stanza 19.
The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.
Source: The Monastery. 1820
O fading honours of the dead! O high ambition, lowly laid!
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Source: Old Mortality. Chap. xxxiv.
O woman! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of Lochinvar.
Source: Marmion, 1808
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