“Where, where was Roderick then!
One blast upon his bugle-horn
Were worth a thousand men.”

— Walter Scott

Canto VI, stanza 18.
The Lady of the Lake http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/3011 (1810)

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Scottish historical novelist, playwright, and poet 1771–1832

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“Where, where was Roderick then!
One blast upon his bugle-horn
Were worth a thousand men.”