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

(Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832), Scottish novelist, poet. Marmion, cto. 6, st. 17 (1808). J.R. Pope, in A Word of Encouragement, added to this the lines, "But when we've practised quite a while/How vastly we improve our style.")

Where shall the traitor rest,
He, the deceiver,
Who could win maiden's breast,
Ruin, and leave her?
In the lost battle,
Borne down by the flying,
Where mingles war's rattle
With groans of the dying;

(Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832), Scottish novelist, poet. Marmion. . . Golden Treasury of the Best Songs & Lyrical Poems in the English Language. Francis Turner Palgrave, comp. With a fifth book selected by John Press. (5th ed., 1964) Oxford University Press.)

Come as the winds come, when
Forests are rended,
Come as the waves come, when
Navies are stranded:

(Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832), Scottish novelist, poet. Pibroch of Donuil Dhu (l. 27-30). . . Golden Treasury of the Best Songs & Lyrical Poems in the English Language. Francis Turner Palgrave, comp. With a fifth book selected by John Press. (5th ed., 1964) Oxford University Press.)

Come away, come away,
Hark to the summons!
Come in your war-array,
Gentles and commons.

(Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832), Scottish novelist, poet. Pibroch of Donuil Dhu (l. 5-8). . . Golden Treasury of the Best Songs & Lyrical Poems in the English Language. Francis Turner Palgrave, comp. With a fifth book selected by John Press. (5th ed., 1964) Oxford University Press.)

Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the West,?
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best,
And, save his good broadsword, he weapon had none,?
He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

(Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832), Scottish novelist, poet. Marmion. . . New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press.)

Each age has deemed the new-born year
The fittest time for festal cheer.

(Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832), Scottish novelist, poet. Marmion, cto. 6, introduction.)

Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale;
'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer
The poor man's heart through half the year.

(Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832), Scottish novelist, poet. Marmion, cto. 6, introduction (1808).)

"A weary lot is thine, fair maid,
A weary lot is thine!
To pull the thorn thy brow to braid,
And press the rue for wine.

(Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832), Scottish novelist, poet. Rokeby. . . Golden Treasury of the Best Songs & Lyrical Poems in the English Language. Francis Turner Palgrave, comp. With a fifth book selected by John Press. (5th ed., 1964) Oxford University Press.)

But that my sire the wine will chide
If 'tis not fill'd by Rosabelle."

(Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832), Scottish novelist, poet. The Lay of the Last Minstrel. . . Golden Treasury of the Best Songs & Lyrical Poems in the English Language. Francis Turner Palgrave, comp. With a fifth book selected by John Press. (5th ed., 1964) Oxford University Press.)

Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou art gone, and for ever!

(Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832), Scottish novelist, poet. The Lady of the Lake. . . Our Holidays in Poetry. Mildred P. Harrington and Josephine H. Thomas, comps. (1929) The H. W. Wilson Company.)