Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou are gone, and for ever!
Quotes, by Sir Walter Scott , Source: The Lady of the Lake (canto III, st. 16)
What skilful limner e'er would choose
To paint the rainbow's varying hues,
Unless to mortal it were given
To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?
Quotes, by Sir Walter Scott , Source: Marmion (canto VI, st. 5)
Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly,
Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky.
Then let the good Thy mighty name revere,
And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear.
Quotes, by Sir Walter Scott , Source: On a Thunderstorm, written at the age of twelve, found in Lockhart's "Life of Scott", vol. I, ch. II
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.
Quotes, by Sir Walter Scott , Source: Quentin Durward (ch. IV)
One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled
with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry
decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters
through a marsh, without either honour or observation.
Quotes, by Sir Walter Scott