In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying.
Walter ScottAdversity is like the period of the rain. . . cold, comfortless, unfriendly to people and to animals; yet from that season have their birth the flower, the fruit, the date, the rose and the pomegranate.
Walter ScottWhat skilful limner e'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?
Walter Scott