The Lady of the Lake Quotes

“The rose is fairest when 't is budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew
And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.”
― Sir Walter Scott, Lady of the Lake

“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,
My gentle guide, in following thee.”
― Walter Scott, The Lady of the Lake

“so wondrous wild, the whole might seem
the scenery of a fairy dream”
― Sir Walter Scott, The Lady of the Lake

“Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil nor night of waking.”
― Sir Walter Scott, The Lady of the Lake

“Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!
Honored and blessed be the ever-green Pine!
Long may the tree, in his banner that glances,
Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line!
Heaven send it happy dew,
Earth lend it sap anew,
Gayly to bourgeon and broadly to grow,
While every Highland glen
Sends our shout back again,
'Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!”
― Sir Walter Scott, Lady of the Lake

“Where shall he find, in foreign land,
So lone a lake, so sweet a strand!--
There is no breeze upon the fern,
No ripple on the lake,
Upon her eyry nods the erne,
The deer has sought the brake;
The small birds will not sing aloud,
The springing trout lies still,
So darkly glooms yon thunder-cloud,
That swathes, as with a purple shroud”
― Sir Walter Scott, Lady of the Lake

“Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark,
On purple peaks a deeper shade descending;
In twilight copse the glow-worm lights her spark,
The deer, half seen, are to the covert wending.
Resume thy wizard elm! the fountain lending,
And the wild breeze, thy wilder minstrelsy;
Thy numbers sweet with nature's vespers blending,
With distant echo from the fold and lea,
And herd-boy's evening pipe, and hum of housing bee.”
― Sir Walter Scott, Lady of the Lake

“I'll listen, till my fancy hears
The clang of swords' the crash of spears!
These grates, these walls, shall vanish then
For the fair field of fighting men,
And my free spirit burst away,
As if it soared from battle fray.”
― Sir Walter Scott, Lady of the Lake