The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

He is gone on the mountain,
He is lost to the forest,
Like a summer-dried fountain,
When our need was the sorest.
‘The Lady of the Lake’ (1810) canto 3, st. 16
Respect was mingled with surprise,
And the stern joy which warriors feel
In foemen worthy of their steel.
‘The Lady of the Lake’ (1810) canto 5, st. 10
Vengeance, deep-brooding o’er the slain,
Had locked the source of softer woe;
And burning pride and high disdain
Forbade the rising tear to flow.
‘The Lay of the Last Minstrel’ (1805) canto 1, st. 9
If thou would’st view fair Melrose aright,
Go visit it by the pale moonlight;
For the gay beams of lightsome day
Gild, but to flout, the ruins grey.
‘The Lay of the Last Minstrel’ (1805) canto 2, st. 1
For ne’er
Was flattery lost on poet’s ear:
A simple race! they waste their toil
For the vain tribute of a smile.
‘The Lay of the Last Minstrel’ (1805) canto 4, ad fin.
It is the secret sympathy,
The silver link, the silken tie,
Which heart to heart, and mind to mind,
In body and in soul can bind.
‘The Lay of the Last Minstrel’ (1805) canto 5, st. 13
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne’er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned
From wandering on a foreign strand!
‘The Lay of the Last Minstrel’ (1805) canto 6, st. 1
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down