Potential Titles: Sir Walter Scott

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Nor thou the crimson sheen - Sir Walter Scott "Alice Brand"

As warm, we'll say, is the russet grey - Sir Walter Scott "Alice Brand"

And the oak's brown side - Sir Walter Scott "Alice Brand"

The Fairies' fatal green - Sir Walter Scott "Alice Brand"

Heaven shield the brave Gallant - Sir Walter Scott "Cavalier Song"

From the rain-drops shall borrow - Sir Walter Scott "Coronach"

Prolonged the sway of timeless darkness - Sir Walter Scott "The Dance of Death"

Wizard, witch, and fiend have power - Sir Walter Scott "The Dance of Death"

Drinks whispers strange of fate and fear - Sir Walter Scott "The Dance of Death"

Wild as a marsh-borne meteor's glance - Sir Walter Scott "The Dance of Death"

Lingering on the morning wind - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

Plies the hooked staff and the shortened scythe - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

Placed close within destruction's scope - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

That which peasant's scythe demands - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

Heroes before each fatal sweep fell thick - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

Through rolling smoke the Demon's eye - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

The deadly tug of war at length must limits find - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

For ten long hours of doubt and dread - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

Confront the battery's jaws of flame - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

The mandate which sent out their bravest and their best - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

And fresher thunders wake the war - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

Ambition's dizzy paths essayed - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

Though twice ten thousand men have died - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

Displayed the wrecks of its impetuous course - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

Down the dread current hurled - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

To raise ambition from the ground - Sir Walter Scott "The Field of Waterloo"

The witch-elm that shades Saint Fillan's spring - Sir Walter Scott "Lady of the Lake: Canto I" [excerpt]

Till envious ivy did around thee cling - Sir Walter Scott "Lady of the Lake: Canto I" [excerpt]

Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring - Sir Walter Scott "Lady of the Lake: Canto I" [excerpt]

Voice mute among the festal crowd - Sir Walter Scott "Lady of the Lake: Canto I" [excerpt]

Aroused the fearful or subdued the proud - Sir Walter Scott "Lady of the Lake: Canto I" [excerpt]

That ventures o'er thy magic maze to stray - Sir Walter Scott "Lady of the Lake: Canto I" [excerpt]

Though scarce my skill command - Sir Walter Scott "Lady of the Lake: Canto I" [excerpt]

The wizard note has not been touched in vain - Sir Walter Scott "Lady of the Lake: Canto I" [excerpt]

Nor bribe nor threat could e'er divide - Sir Walter Scott "Lufra [from The Lady of the Lake" [To Your Dog and to My Dog. PG. 1916]

The sport by strange intruder broken short - Sir Walter Scott "Lufra [from The Lady of the Lake" [To Your Dog and to My Dog. PG. 1916]

Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red - Sir Walter Scott "Lullaby of an Infant Chief"

Ere the step of a foeman draws near - Sir Walter Scott "Lullaby of an Infant Chief"

When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum - Sir Walter Scott "Lullaby of an Infant Chief"

For him not Minstrel raptures swell - Sir Walter Scott "My Native Land"

High though his titles, proud his name - Sir Walter Scott "My Native Land"

Boundless his wealth as wish can claim - Sir Walter Scott "My Native Land"

Living, shall forfeit fair renown - Sir Walter Scott "My Native Land"

Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung - Sir Walter Scott "My Native Land"

The owl from the steeple sing - Sir Walter Scott "Proud Maisie"

The owl from the steeple sing welcome - Sir Walter Scott "Proud Maisie"

And hallow the goblet that flows to his name - Sir Walter Scott "Song"

And their jubilee-shout shall be softened - Sir Walter Scott "Song"

The perils his wisdom foresaw - Sir Walter Scott "Song"

For her glory's rich harvest - Sir Walter Scott "Song"

Deaf to the tale of our victories won - Sir Walter Scott "Song"

And the zeal that obeyed - Sir Walter Scott "Song"

Sweet the linnet sing repose - Sir Walter Scott "Song from 'The Lady of the Lake'"

The bracken curtain for my head - Sir Walter Scott "Song from 'The Lady of the Lake'"

My lullaby the warder's tread - Sir Walter Scott "Song from 'The Lady of the Lake'"

And press the rue for wine - Sir Walter Scott "A Weary Lot Is Thine"

But she shall bloom in winter snow - Sir Walter Scott "A Weary Lot Is Thine"


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