Oh for a blast of that dread horn

On Fontarabian echoes borne!

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 33.

Kathleen mavourneen! the grey dawn is breaking,

The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill.

Anne Crawford (1734-1801): Kathleen Mavourneen.

Where, where was Roderick then?

One blast upon his bugle horn

Were worth a thousand men.

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Lady of the Lake. Canto vi. Stanza 18.

Till Peter's keys some christen'd Jove adorn,

And Pan to Moses lends his pagan horn.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 109.

The horn, the horn, the lusty horn

Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Insatiate archer! could not one suffice?

Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain;

And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.

Edward Young (1684-1765): Night thoughts. Night i. Line 212.

Great God! I 'd rather be

A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn,

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Miscellaneous Sonnets. Part i. xxxiii.

Oh for a blast of that dread horn

On Fontarabian echoes borne!

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 33.