Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue; Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.
Sir Walter Scott (1771 - 1832)
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
Ne'er Was flattery lost on poet's ear; A simple race! they waste their toil For the vain tribute of a smile.
Source: Lay of the Last Minstrel, 1805, canto iv, conclusion
A foot more light, a step more true, Ne'er from the heath-flower dash'd the dew.
Art thou a friend to Roderick?
Source: Lady of the Lake. 1810, Canto iv. Stanza 30.
Nothing is more completely the child of art than a garden.
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