O fading honours of the dead! O high ambition, lowly laid!
Sir Walter Scott (1771 - 1832)
Contributed by: Zaady
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
When Israel, of the Lord belov'd, Out of the land of bondage came, Her fathers' God before her mov'd, An awful guide in smoke and flame.
Source: Ivanhoe. Chap. xxxix.
What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier?
Source: Woodstock. 1826, ch. 37
Oh, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer's queen.
Source: Rokeby. Canto iii. Stanza 16.
Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
Source: Marmion. Introduction to Canto i.
Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and forever!
Source: Lady of the Lake. Canto iii. Stanza 16.
To all, to each, a fair good-night, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light!
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