Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 14.

And dar'st thou then

To beard the lion in his den,

The Douglas in his hall?

Oh what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!

O woman! in our hours of ease
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade

Stanza 17.

By the light quivering aspen made;

When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou!1

Stanza 30.

"Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley, on!"

Were the last words of Marmion.

Stanza 32.

Oh for a blast of that dread horn 2

On Fontarabian echoes borne !

Stanza 33.

To all, to each, a fair good-night,

And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

L'Envoy. To the Reader.

In listening mood she seemed to stand,
The guardian Naiad of the strand.

Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 17.

And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace
A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace
Of finer form or lovelier face.

1 See Shakespeare, page 144.

Stanza 18.

Scott, writing to Southey in 1810, said: "A witty rogue the other day, who sent me a letter signed Detector, proved me guilty of stealing a passage from one of Vida's Latin poems, which I had never seen or heard of." The passage alleged to be stolen ends with,

When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou!"

which in Vida "ad Eranen," El. ii. v. 21, ran, —

"Cum dolor atque supercilio gravis imminet angor,
Fungeris angelico sola ministerio."

"It is almost needless to add," says Mr. Lockhart, “there are no such lines." — Life of Scott, vol. iii. p. 294. (American edition.)

2 Oh for the voice of that wild horn! — Rob Roy, chap. ii.

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A foot more light, a step more true,

Ne'er from the heath-flower dash'd the dew.

Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 18

On his bold visage middle age
Had slightly press'd its signet sage,
Yet had not quench'd the open truth
And fiery vehemence of youth:
Forward and frolic glee was there,
The will to do, the soul to dare.

Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,
Morn of toil nor night of waking.

Hail to the chief who in triumph advances!

Some feelings are to mortals given
With less of earth in them than heaven.

Time rolls his ceaseless course.

Like the dew on the mountain,

Stanza 1.

Stanza 31.

Canto ii. Stanza 19.

Stanza 22

Canto iii. Stanza 1.

Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou art gone, and forever!

Stanza 16

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.

Art thou a friend to Roderick?

Corne one, come all! this rock shall fly
From its firm base as soon as I.

And the stern joy which warriors feel
In foemen worthy of their steel.

Who o'er the herd would wish to reign,
Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain!
Vain as the leaf upon the stream,
And fickle as a changeful dream;

Canto iv. Stanza 1.

Stanza 30

Canto v. Stanza 10.

Ibid

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

Oh, many a shaft at random sent
Finds mark the archer little meant!

Stanza 23.

And many a word at random spoken

May soothe, or wound, a heart that's broken!

Where lives the man that has not tried

How mirth can into folly glide,

And folly into sin!

Canto v. Stanza 18.

Bridal of Triermain. Canto i. Stanza 21.

No pale gradations quench his ray,
No twilight dews his wrath allay.

Rokeby. Canto vi. Stanza 21

Come as the winds come, when

Forests are rended;

Come as the waves come, when

Navies are stranded.

Pibroch of Donald Dhu.

A lawyer without history or literature is a mechanic, a mere working mason; if he possesses some knowledge of these, he may venture to call himself an architect.

Bluid is thicker than water.1

Guy Mannering. Chap. xxxvii.

It's no fish ye 're buying, it's men's lives.2

Chap. xxxviii

The Antiquary. Chap. xi

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.

Ivanhoe. Chap. xxxix

Rob Roy. Chap. xx.

Chap. xxxii.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is

MacGregor.

Scared out of his seven senses.*

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.

Chap. xxxiv.

Ibid.

Old Mortality. Chap. xxxiv.

1 This proverb, so frequently ascribed to Scott, is a common proverb of the seventeenth century. It is found in Ray and other collections of proverbs. 2 It is not linen you 're wearing out,

But human creatures's lives.

Hoop: Song of the Shirt.

DANIEL WEBSTER: Speech, Sept. 30, 1842.

* Huzzaed out of my seven senses. - Spectator, No. 616, Nov. 5, 1774.

The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.1 Answer to the Author of Waverley to the Letter of Captain Clutterbuck. The Monastery.

The orange flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea.

Widowed wife and wedded maid.

Woman's faith and woman's trust,
Write the characters in dust.

Quentin Durward. Chap. it.

The Betrothed. Chap.zo.

Chap. zz.

I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd."

The Monastery. Chap, zzviii.

But with the morning cool reflection came.

Chronicles of the Canongate. Chap. iv.

What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier?

4

Woodstock. Chap. zzzvii.

The playbill, which is said to have announced the tragedy of Hamlet, the character of the Prince of Denmark being left out.

The Talisman. Introduction.

1 Fearful concatenation of circumstances. ment on the Murder of Captain White, 1830. Fortuitous combination of circumstances. Friend, vol. ii. chap. vii. (American edition). See Spenser, page 27.

See Rowe, page 301.

DANIEL WEBSTER: Argu

DICKENS: Our Mutual

4 Le premier qui fut roi, fut un soldat heureux :
Qui sert bien son pays, n'a pas besoin d'aïeux

(The first who was king was a successful soldier. He who serves well his country has no need of ancestors). VOLTAIRE: Merope, act i. sc. 3.