Author: Walter Scott

Cites

• William Shakespeare (9)
  • IN: Waverly (1814) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Under which King, Bezonian? speak or die!
    FROM: Henry IV. part II., (1623), Play, UK
  • IN: The Pirate (1822) Fiction, Historical Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Nothing in him - But doth suffer a sea-change.
    FROM: The Tempest, (1623), Play, UK
  • IN: Redgauntlet (1824) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Master, go on ; and I will follow thee, To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.
    FROM: As You Like It, (1623), Play, UK
  • IN: Anne of Geierstein (1829) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: What! will the aspiring blood of Lancester Sink in the ground?
    FROM: King Henry VI. Part 3, (1623), Play, UK
  • IN: The Black Dwarf (1816) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Hast any philosophy in thee, Shepherd?
    FROM: As You Like It, (1623), Play, UK
  • IN: Lady of the Lake (1810) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Nothing in him—— But doth suffer a sea-change.
    FROM: The Tempest, (1623), Play, UK
  • IN: A Legend of Montrose (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: . . . . In a rebellion, When what’s not meet, but what must be, was law, Then were they chosen, in a better hour, Let what is meet be said it must be meet, And throw their power i’ the dust.
    FROM: CORIOLANUS., (1623), Play, UK
• NULL (16)
  • IN: The Antiquary (1816) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I knew Anselmo. He was shrewd and prudent, Wisdom and cunning had their shares of him; But he was shrewish as a wayward child, And pleased again by toys which childhood please; As—-book of fables, graced with print of wood, Or else the jingling of a rusty medal, Or the rare melody of some old ditty, That first was sung to please King Pepin’s cradle
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
  • IN: Peveril Of The Peak (1822) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: If my reader should at any time remark that I am particularly dull, they may be assured there is a design under it.
    FROM: NULL, (None), Essay, UK
  • IN: The Fortunes of Nigel (1822) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Knifegrinder. Story? Lord bless you! I have none to tell, sir.
    FROM: Poetry of the Antijacobin., (None), Poem, UK
  • IN: Quentin Durward (1823) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: La guerre est ma patrie, Mon harnois ma maison, Et en toute saison Combattre c'est ma vie.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
  • IN: The Fair Maid of Perth (1828) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Sic Itur ad astra.
    FROM: Motto of the Conmgute Arms, (None), NULL, NULL
  • IN: Chronicles of the Canongate (1827) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Sic Itur ad astra.
    FROM: Motto of the Conmgute Arms, (None), NULL, NULL
  • IN: Castle Dangerous (1831) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: One such name was known Had terror in the accent, and was a warcry, A gathering word, a banner, and a shout Of instant onset and of heady strife.
    FROM: Old Play, (None), NULL, NULL
  • IN: Guy Mannering (1817) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Can no rest find me, no private place secure me, But still my miseries like bloodhounds haunt me ? Unfortunate young man, which way now guides thee, Guides thee from death? The country's laid around for thee—
    FROM: Women Pleated, (None), NULL, NULL
  • IN: Kenilworth (1821) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I am an innkeeper, and know my grounds, And study them; Brain o' man, I study them. I must have jovial guests to drive my ploughs, And whistling boys to bring my harvests home, Or I shall hear no flails thwack.
    FROM: The New Inn, (None), [NA], NULL
  • IN: A Legend of Montrose (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Piobracht au Donuil-dhu, Piobrachet au Donuil, Piobrachet agus S’breittach Feacht an Innerlochy. The war-tune of Donald the Black, The war-tune of Black Donald, The pipes and the banner Are up in the rendezvous of Inverlochy.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
  • IN: The Lay of the Last Minstrel A Poem in Six Cantos (1805) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Dum relego, scripsisse pudet; quia plurima cerno, Me quoque, qui feci, judice, digna lini.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Burns (7)
  • IN: Tales of My Landlord (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Hear, Land o' CAkes and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Jonny Groats', If there's a hole in a your coats, I rede ye tent it, A chiel's amang you takin' notes, An' faith he'll prent it.
    FROM: On the Late Captain Grose's Peregrinations Thro' Scotland, (1789), Poem, UK
  • IN: A Legend of the Wars of Montrose (None) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Hear, Land o' CAkes and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Jonny Groats', If there's a hole in a your coats, I rede ye tent it, A chiel's amang you takin' notes, An' faith he'll prent it.
    FROM: On the Late Captain Grose's Peregrinations Thro' Scotland, (1789), Poem, UK
  • IN: The Heart of Mid-Lothian (1818) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Hear, Land o' CAkes and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Jonny Groats', If there's a hole in a your coats, I rede ye tent it, A chiel's amang you takin' notes, An' faith he'll prent it.
    FROM: On the Late Captain Grose's Peregrinations Thro' Scotland, (1789), Poem, UK
  • IN: The Tale of Old Mortality (1816) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Hear, Land o' CAkes and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Jonny Groats', If there's a hole in a your coats, I rede ye tent it, A chiel's amang you takin' notes, An' faith he'll prent it.
    FROM: On the Late Captain Grose's Peregrinations Thro' Scotland, (1789), Poem, UK
  • IN: The Bride of Lammermoor (1858) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Hear, Land o’ Cakes and brither Scots, Frac Maidenkirk to Johnny Greats’, lf ther0’s a hole in a‘ your coats, I rede ye tentit; A chie1’s amang you takin’ notes, An’ faith he’1l prent it!
    FROM: "On the Late Captain Grose's Peregrinations Thro", (1789), Poem, UK
  • IN: Old Morality (1816) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Hear, Land o' Cakes and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Jonny Groats', If there's a hole in a' your coats, I rede ye tent it, A chiel's amang you takin' notes. An' faith he'll prent it.
    FROM: "On the Late Captain Grose's Peregrinations Thro", (1789), Poem, UK
  • IN: Old Mortality (1816) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Hear, Land O' Cakes and brither Scots, Frae Mirdenkirk to Jonny Groats', If there's a hole in a' your coats, I rede ye tent it; A chiel's amang you takin' notes, An' faith he'll prent it!
    FROM: On The Late Captain Grose's Peregrinations Thro' Scotland, (1789), Poem, UK
• Walter Scott (2)
  • IN: Guy Manning (None) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Tis said that words and signs have power O'er sprites in planetary hour; Best scarce I praise their venturous part, Who tamper with such dangerous art.
    FROM: Lay of the Last Minstrel, (1805), Poem, UK
  • IN: Guy Mannering, Or The Astrologer (1815) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Tis said that words and signs have power O'er sprites in planetary hour; But scarce I praise their venturous part Who tamper with such dangerous art.
    FROM: Lay of the Last Minstrel, (1805), Poem, UK
• Matthew Prior (1)
  • IN: Ivanhoe (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart, And often took leave, but seem'd loth to depart!
    FROM: The Thief and the Cordelier, (1718), Poem, UK
• Miguel de Cervantes (1)
  • IN: The Tale of Old Mortality (1816) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Ahora bien, dixo el Cura, traedme, senor huesped, aquesos libros, que los quiero ver. Que me place, respondio el, y entrando, en su aposento, saco del una maletilla vieja cerrada con una cadenilla, y abriendola, hallo en ella tres libros grandes y unos papeles de muy buena letra escritos de mano. (It is mighty well, said the priest; pray, landlord, bring me those books, for I have a mind to see them. With all my heart, answerd the host; and, going to his chamber, he brought out a little old cloke-bag, with a padlock and chain to it, and opening it, he took out three large volumes, and some manuscript papers written in a fine character.
    FROM: Don Quixote, (1615), Novel, Spain
• John Milton (1)
  • IN: The Talisman (1825) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The two retired to the wilderness, but t'was with arms.
    FROM: Paradise Regained, (1671), Poem, UK
• Lewis (1)
  • IN: The Betrothed (1825) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Now in these dayes were hotte wars upon the Marches of Wales.
    FROM: History, (None), NULL, NULL
• William Wordsworth (2)
  • IN: Saint Ronan's Well (1823) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: "A jolly place," said he, "in times of old! But something ails it now; the spot is curst."
    FROM: Hart-Leap Well, (1798), Poem, UK
  • IN: Rob Boy (1817) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: For why? Because the good old rule Sufficeth them; the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.
    FROM: Rob Boy's grave, (1815), Poem, UK
• Geoffrey Chaucer (1)
  • IN: Woodstock (1826) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: He was a very perfect gentle Knight.
    FROM: NULL, (1450), NULL, UK
• John Home (1)
  • IN: Castle Dangerous (1831) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Hosts have been known at that dread sound to yield, And, Douglas dead, his name hath won the field.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Samuel Johnson (2)
  • IN: Count Robert of Paris (1832) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Leontines -- That power that kindly spreads The clouds, a signal of impending showers, To warn the wandering linnet to the shade, Beheld without concern expiring Greece, And not one prodigy foretold our fate. Demetrius. A thousand horrid prodigies foretold it. A feeble governemt, eluded laws, A factious populace, luxurious nobles, And all the maladies of sinking states, When public villainy, too strong for justice, Shows his bold front, the harbinger of ruin, Can brave Leontius call for airy wonders, Which cheats interpret, and which fools regard?
    FROM: Irene, (1749), Play, UK
  • IN: A Legend of Montrose (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The march begins in military state, And nations on his eyes suspended wait; Stern famine guards the solitary coast, And winter barricades the realms of frost. He comes,—nor want, nor cold, his course delay.
    FROM: VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES, (1749), Poem, UK
• Alexander Homer Pope (1)
  • IN: Ivanhoe: A Romance (1822) Fiction, Romance, British
    EPIGRAPH: Thus communed these ; while to their lowly dome, The full-fed swine returned with evening home ; Compelled, reluctant, to the several sties, With din obstreperous, and ungrateful cries.
    FROM: The Odyssey (trans. by Alexander Pope), (1725), Poem, UK
• Anonymous (2)
  • IN: Quentin Durward (1823) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Rescue or none, Sir Knight, I am your captive ; Deal with me what your nobleness suggests — Thinking the chance of war may one day place you Where I must now be reckon'd — i' the roll Of melancholy prisoners.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
  • IN: My Aunt Margaret's Mirror (1827) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: There are times When Fancy plays her gambols, in despite Even of our watchful senses—when in sooth Substance seems shadow, shadow substance seems— When the broad, palpable, and mark'd partition 'Twixt that which is and is not seems dissolved, As if the mental eye gain'd power to gaze Beyond the limits of the existing world. Such hours of shadowy dreams I better love Than all the gross realities of life.
    FROM: Nanapush, (None), [NA], NULL
• Meikle (1)
  • IN: The Pirate (1822) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The witch then raised her wither'd arm, And waved her wand on high, And, while she spoke the mutter'd charm, Dark lightning fiU'd her eye.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Samuel Butler (1)
  • IN: A Legend of Montrose (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Such as do build their faith upon The holy text of pike and gun, Decide all controversies by Infallible artillery, And prove their doctrine orthodox, By apostolic blows and knocks.
    FROM: Hudibras, in three parts, (1684), Poem, UK
• Pope (1)
  • IN: The Fortunes of Nigel (1822) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: But why should lordlings all our praise engross? Rise, honest man, and sing the Man of Ross.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Captain Marjoribanks (1)
  • IN: The Fair Maid of Perth or St. Valentine's Day (1828) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The ashes here of murder'd kings Beneath my footsteps sleep; And yonder lies the scene of death, Where Mary learn'd to weep.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Leyden (1)
  • IN: The Poems and Ballads (1900) Poetry, British
    EPIGRAPH: Alas! that Scottish maid should sing The combat where her lover fell! That Scottish Bard should wake the string, The triumph of our foes to tell.
    FROM: Ode on Visiting Flodden, (1830), Poem, UK
• BUTLER (1)
  • IN: A Legend of Montrose (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Such as do build their faith upon The holy text of pike and gun, Decide all controversies by Infallible artillery, And prove their doctrine orthodox, By apostolic blows and knocks.
    FROM: Extracts from Hudibras: The Presbyterians, (1678), Poem, Ireland
• Joseph Hall (1)
  • IN: A Legend of Montrose (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: His mother could for him as cradle set Her husband’s rusty iron corselet; Whose jangling sound could hush her babe to rest, That never plain’d of his uneasy nest; Then did he dream of dreary wars at hand, And woke, and fought, and won, ere he could stand.
    FROM: HALL’S SATIRES, (1824), Book, UK
• John Donne (1)
  • IN: A Legend of Montrose (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: For pleas of right let statesmen vex their head, Battle’s my business, and my guerdon bread; And, with the sworded Switzer, I can say, The best of causes is the best of pay.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Meston (1)
  • IN: A Legend of Montrose (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Once on a time, no matter when, Some Glunimies met in a glen; As deft and tight as ever wore A durk, a targe, and a claymore, Short hose, and belted plaid or trews, In Uist, Lochaber, Skye, or Lewes, Or cover’d hard head with his bonnet; Had you but known them, you would own it.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Spenser (1)
  • IN: A Legend of Montrose (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Thareby so fearlesse and so fell he grew, That his own syre and maister of his guise Did often tremble at his horrid view; And if for dread of hurt would him advise, The angry beastes not rashly to despise, Nor too much to provoke; for he would learne The lion stoup to him in lowly wise, (A lesson hard,) and make the libbard sterne Leave roaring, when in rage he for revenge did earne..
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Thomas Campbell (2)
  • IN: A Legend of Montrose (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: When Albin her claymore indignantly draws, When her bonneted chieftains around her shall crowd, Clan-Ranald the dauntless, and Moray the proud, All plaided and plumed in their tartan array.
    FROM: LOCHEIL’S WARNING, (1802), Poem, UK
• BROWN (1)
  • IN: A Legend of Montrose (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Is this thy castle, Baldwin? Melancholy Displays her sable banner from the donjon, Darkening the foam of the whole surge beneath. Were I a habitant, to see this gloom Pollute the face of nature, and to hear The ceaseless sound of wave, and seabird’s scream, I’d wish me in the hut that poorest peasant E’er framed, to give him temporary shelter.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• John Dryden (2)
  • IN: A Legend of Montrose (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
    FROM: The Conquest of Granada, (1672), Play, UK
• Robert Burns (2)
  • IN: A Legend of Montrose (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Whatever stranger visits here, We pity his sad case, Unless to worship he draw near The King of Kings—his Grace.
    FROM: EPIGRAM ON A VISIT TO INVERARY, (None), NULL, UK
  • IN: Castle Dangerous (1831) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: As I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa’flower scents the dewy air, Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower, And tells the midnight moon her care: The winds were laid, the air was still, The stars they shot along the sky; The Fox was howling on the hill, And the distant echoing glens reply.
    FROM: A Vision, (1794), Poem, UK
• James Graham (1)
  • IN: A Legend of Montrose (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: But if no faithless action stain Thy true and constant word, I’ll make thee famous by my pen, And glorious by my sword. I’ll serve thee in such noble ways As ne’er were known before; I’ll deck and crown thy head with bays, And love thee more and more.
    FROM: MONTROSE'S LINES (To His Mistress), (1642), Poem, UK
• James Macoherson (1)
  • IN: A Legend of Montrose (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: As meets a rock a thousand waves, so Inisfail met Lochlin.
    FROM: OSSIAN, (1763), Fictional, UK
• PENROSE (1)
  • IN: A Legend of Montrose (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Faint the din of battle bray’d, Distant down the hollow wind; War and terror fled before, Wounds and death remain’d behind..
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Francis and Fletcher, John Beaumont (1)
  • IN: A Legend of Montrose (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: —After you’re gone, I grew acquainted with my heart, and search’d, What stirr’d it so.—Alas! I found it love. Yet far from lust, for could I but have lived In presence of you, I had had my end.
    FROM: Philaster, (1620), Play, UK
• Homer (1)
  • IN: A Legend of Montrose (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: My maid—my blue-eyed maid, he bore away, Due to the toils of many a bloody day.
    FROM: Illiad, (-8), Poem, Greece
• Shakspeare (not misspelling) (1)
  • IN: Anne of Geierstein (1829) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: What! will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sink in the ground?
    FROM: King Henry VI, (1623), Play, UK
• George Gordon Byron (1)
  • IN: Count Robert of Paris (1832) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The European with the Asian shore Sprinkled with palaces; the ocean stream Here and there studded with a seventy-four; Sophia's cupola with golden gleam; The cypress groves; Olympus high and hoar; The twelve isles, and the more than I could dream, Far less describe, present the very view Which charm'd the charming Mary Montagu.
    FROM: Don Juan, (1824), Poem, UK
• Warton (1)
  • IN: MINISTRELSY OF THE SCOTTISH BORDER: CONSISTING OF HISTORICAL AND ROMANTIC BALLADS, COLLECTED IN THE SOUTHERN COUNTIES OF SCOTLAND; WITH A FEW OF MODERN DATE, FOUNDED UPON LOCAL TRADITION. IN THREE VOLUMES. (1806) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The songs, to savage virtue dear, That won of yore the public ear, Ere Polity, sedate and sage, Had quench'd the fires of feudal rage.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL

Cited by

• Henry Louis Gates Jr. (1)
  • IN: Figures in Black: Words, siggns, and the "racial" self (1987) American Literature, History and Criticism, American
    EPIGRAPH: Tis said that words and signs have power O'er sprites in planetary hour; But scarce I praise their venturous part, Who tamper with such dangeroud art.
    FROM: Lay of the Last Minstrel, (1805), Poem, UK
• Walter Scott (2)
  • IN: Guy Manning (None) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Tis said that words and signs have power O'er sprites in planetary hour; Best scarce I praise their venturous part, Who tamper with such dangerous art.
    FROM: Lay of the Last Minstrel, (1805), Poem, UK
  • IN: Guy Mannering, Or The Astrologer (1815) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Tis said that words and signs have power O'er sprites in planetary hour; But scarce I praise their venturous part Who tamper with such dangerous art.
    FROM: Lay of the Last Minstrel, (1805), Poem, UK
• Stendhal (1)
  • IN: Love (1957) Fiction, French
    EPIGRAPH: That you should be made a fool of by a young woman, why, it is many an honest man's case.
    FROM: The Pirate, Vol III, (1822), NULL, UK
• Len Deighton (1)
  • IN: Horse Under Water (1963) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as ’twas told to me.
    FROM: The Lay of the Last Minstrel, (1805), Poem, UK