"When Prussia hurried to the field, And snatch'd the spear, but left the shield."

Marmion. Introduction to Canto iii.

"In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying."

Marmion. Canto iii. Stanza 11.

"Where 's the coward that would not dare To fight for such a land?"

Marmion. Canto iv. Stanza 30.

"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."

Marmion. Canto v. Stanza 9.

"With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye."

Marmion. Canto v. Stanza 12.

"But woe awaits a country when She sees the tears of bearded men."

Marmion. Canto v. Stanza 16.

"And dar'st thou then To beard the lion in his den, The Douglas in his hall?"

Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 14.

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

Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 17.

"O woman! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!"

Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 30.

""Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley, on!" Were the last words of Marmion."

Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 32.

"Oh for a blast of that dread horn On Fontarabian echoes borne!"

Marmion. Canto vi. 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."

Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 18.

"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."

Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 21.

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

Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 31.

"Hail to the chief who in triumph advances!"

Lady of the Lake. Canto ii. Stanza 19.

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

Lady of the Lake. Canto ii. Stanza 22.

"Time rolls his ceaseless course."

Lady of the Lake. Canto iii. Stanza 1.

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

Lady of the Lake. Canto iii. 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."

Lady of the Lake. Canto iv. Stanza 1.

"Art thou a friend to Roderick?"

Lady of the Lake. Canto iv. Stanza 30.

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

Lady of the Lake. Canto v. Stanza 10.

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

Lady of the Lake. Canto v. Stanza 10.

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

Lady of the Lake. Canto v. Stanza 30.

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

Lady of the Lake. Canto vi. Stanza 18.

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

Lord of the Isles. Canto i. Stanza 20.

"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.

"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.

"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.

"Still are the thoughts to memory dear."

Rokeby. Canto i. Stanza 32.

"A mother's pride, a father's joy."

Rokeby. Canto iii. Stanza 15.

"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.

"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.

"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."

Guy Mannering. Chap. xxxvii.

"Bluid is thicker than water."

Guy Mannering. Chap. xxxviii.

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

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.

"Sea of upturned faces."

Rob Roy. Chap. xx.

"There 's a gude time coming."

Rob Roy. Chap. xxxii.

"My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor."

Rob Roy. Chap. xxxiv.

"Scared out of his seven senses."

Rob Roy. Chap. xxxiv.

"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."

Old Mortality. Chap. xxxiv.

"The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances."

Answer to the Author of Waverley to the Letter of Captain Clutterbuck. The Monastery.

"Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries!"

The Monastery. Chap. xii.

"And better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn."

The Monastery. Chap. xii.

"Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh, The sun has left the lea. The orange flower perfumes the bower, The breeze is on the sea."

Quentin Durward. Chap. iv.