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I was not always a man of woe.
The Lay of the Last Minstrel (1805)
The rose is fairest when 't is budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew,
And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
The Lady of the Lake (1810)
For ne'er
Was flattery lost on poet's ear:
A simple race! they waste their toil
For the vain tribute of a smile.
The Lay of the Last Minstrel (1805)
Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking;
Dream of battled fields no more,
Days of danger, nights of waking.
The Lady of the Lake (1810)
Warriors!—and where are warriors found,
If not on martial Britain's ground?
And who, when waked with note of fire,
Love more than they the British lyre?
In the lost battle,
Borne down by the flying,
Where mingles war's rattle
With groans of the dying.
Marmion (1808)
Saint George and the Dragon!-Bonny Saint George for Merry England!-The castle is won!
Ivanhoe (1819)
And dar'st thou then
To beard the lion in his den,
The Douglas in his hall?
Marmion (1808)
Not even your Britain's groans can pierce
The leaden silence of your hearse.
Marmion (1808)
In listening mood she seemed to stand,
The guardian Naiad of the strand.
In man's most dark extremity
Oft succor dawns from Heaven.
Lord of the Isles (1815)
I'll make thee famous by my pen,
And glorious by my sword.
A Legend of Montrose (1819)
One blast upon his bugle horn
Were worth a thousand men.
Lady of the Lake (1810)
Delightful praise!—like summer rose,
That brighter in the dew-drop glows,
The bashful maiden's cheek appear'd,
For Douglas spoke, and Malcolm heard.
Lady of the Lake (1810)
Recollect that the Almighty, who gave the dog to be companion of our pleasures and our toils, hath invested him with a nature noble and incapable of deceit.
The Talisman (1825)
Hunger and fear are excellent casuists.
Guy Mannering (1815)
Steady of heart, and stout of hand.
The Lay of the Last Minstrel (1805)
It is necessary, for exciting interest of any kind, that the subject assumed should be, as it were, translated into the manners as well as the language of the age we live in."
Haste, holy Friar,
Haste, ere the sinner shall expire!
Of all his guilt let him be shriven,
And smooth his path from earth to heaven!
The Lay of the Last Minstrel (1805)
Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,
Dream of fighting fields no more:
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,
Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Lady of the Lake (1810)