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Sir Walter Scott. (1771–1832) (continued)

Fantastic as a woman’s mood,
And fierce as Frenzy’s fever’d blood.
Thou many-headed monster 1 thing,
Oh who would wish to be thy king!

Lady of the Lake. Canto v. Stanza 30.

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Where, where was Roderick then?
One blast upon his bugle horn
Were worth a thousand men.

Lady of the Lake. Canto vi. Stanza 18.

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In man’s most dark extremity
Oft succour dawns from Heaven.

Lord of the Isles. Canto i. Stanza 20.

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Spangling the wave with lights as vain
As pleasures in the vale of pain,
That dazzle as they fade.

Lord of the Isles. Canto i. Stanza 23.

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Oh, many a shaft at random sent
Finds mark the archer little meant!
And many a word at random spoken
May soothe, or wound, a heart that ’s broken!

Lord of the Isles. Canto v. Stanza 18.

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Where lives the man that has not tried
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into sin!

Bridal of Triermain. Canto i. Stanza 21.

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Still are the thoughts to memory dear.

Rokeby. Canto i. Stanza 32.

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A mother’s pride, a father’s joy.

Rokeby. Canto iii. Stanza 15.

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    Oh, Brignall banks are wild and fair,
  And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather garlands there
  Would grace a summer’s queen.

Rokeby. Canto iii. Stanza 16.

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Thus aged men, full loth and slow,
The vanities of life forego,
And count their youthful follies o’er,
Till Memory lends her light no more.

Rokeby. Canto v. Stanza 1.

Note 1.
See Massinger, Quotation 3. [back]