I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.
Walter Scott
I am she, O most bucolical ...
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O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive!
Walter Scott
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?
Walter Scott
For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Walter Scott
Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel.
Walter Scott
One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name
Walter Scott
