“Dear Andrew, with the brindled hair
Who glory to have thrown in air,
High over arm, the trembling reed,
By Ale and Kail, by Till and Tweed.”
Bk. I, To Andrew Lang.
Underwoods (1887)
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Scottish novelist, poet, essayist, and travel writer 1850–1894Related quotes

“My vocal cords are made of tweed. I give off an air of Oxford donnishness and old BBC wirelesses.”
1990s, Moab is My Washpot (autobiography, 1997)
Source: Heart of Ice A Triple Threat Novel with April Henry (Thomas Nelson), p. 27

Maktubat-i-Imam Rabbani translated into Urdu by Maulana Muhammad Sa’id Ahmad Naqshbandi, Deoband, 1988, Volume I, p.211. This letter was written to the Khan-i-Azam of that time.
From his letters

"The Triumphs of Owen. A Fragment", from Mr. Evans's Specimens of the Welch Poetry (1764) http://www.thomasgray.org/cgi-bin/display.cgi?text=trow

Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 106.

“Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece
And the grandeur that was Rome.”
"To Helen", st. 1-2 (1831).
Context: p>Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary, wayworn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece
And the grandeur that was Rome.</p