There is a southern proverb - fine words butter no parsnips.
Sir Walter Scott (1771 - 1832)
Source: The Legend of Montrose, 1819
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
Source: Lady of the Lake. 1810, Canto i. Stanza 18.
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.
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!
Source: Marmion, 1808
And better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
Source: The Monastery. 1820, Chap. xii.
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