Stand then on Heaven's side and never blot Athens' fair scutcheon by abetting wrong.
"The Oedipus Trilogy" by Sophocles
I will wash out with blood whatever blot they may dare to cast on my scutcheon.
"Ivanhoe A Romance" by Walter Scott
A scutcheon over the door somewhat jars in sentiment where there is a washing at every window.
"Edinburgh Picturesque Notes" by Robert Louis Stevenson
V. A Blot in the 'Scutcheon.
"Life and Letters of Robert Browning" by Mrs. Sutherland Orr
In a word, Feudalism being dead these ten months, why should her empty trappings and scutcheons survive?
"The French Revolution" by Thomas Carlyle
Pedigrees as long, and scutcheons as old, were to be found out of the House of Lords as in it.
"The History of England from the Accession of James II." by Thomas Babington Macaulay
Well, we haven't kept the scutcheon very clear.
"Roads of Destiny" by O. Henry
Soon from the halls my fathers reared Their scutcheons must descend.
"Dynevor Terrace (Vol. II)" by Charlotte M. Yonge
The scutcheon of Seymour's was definitely blotted.
"The White Feather" by P. G. Wodehouse
The 'scutcheon goes over the key-hole, General.
"Erema" by R. D. Blackmore
Her rest is quiet on the hill,
Beneath the locust's bloom
Far off her lover sleeps as still
Within his scutcheoned tomb.
"The Countess" by John Greenleaf Whittier
From the dust that they were treading
Some stood up by force or craft,
Till, the scutcheoned peer o'erheading,
In his face the trader laughed.
"Leawood Hall" by Ernest Jones
Trust not the false herald that painted your shield
True honor to-day must be sought on the field!
Her scutcheon shows white with a blazon of red,--
The life-drops of crimson for liberty shed.
"The Last Charge" by Oliver Wendell Holmes
Perhaps some scutcheon, or some stately bust,
Some sculptur'd urn with marble strong unstay'd,
May crown your grave, — yet these shall fall to dust,
And crumbling mingle with the bones they shade.
"Time: An Elegy. Written Near The Ruins Of Elgin Cathedral" by Robert Alves
Glory to those who, killed in glorious fray,
Lie where they fell upon the Egyptian plain:
From the fair scutcheon of our fame away.
Strong English hands have wiped the stain to-day,
Avenged is Gordon slain!
"Omdurman" by Cicely Fox Smith
And England, too, shall glory in her son,
Her warrior-poet, first in song and fight.
No longer now shall Slander's venomed spite
Crawl like a snake across his perfect name,
Or mar the lordly scutcheon of his fame.
"Ravenna" by Oscar Wilde