Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.
Sir Walter Scott (1771 - 1832)
Source: Lord of the Isles. Canto i. Stanza 23.
Contributed by: Zaady
In listening mood she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand.
Source: Lady of the Lake. 1810, Canto i. Stanza 17.
In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying.
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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