I ken the gate o't weel; I hae fronted the doomster three times, and here I stand, Jim Ratcliffe, for a' that.
"The Heart of Mid-Lothian, Complete, Illustrated" by Sir Walter Scott
With their appearance there my tale has nothing to do; the Doomster, as I have said, had the handling of them with birch.
"John Splendid" by Neil Munro
That was the doomster of the Manx language.
"The Little Manx Nation - 1891" by Hall Caine
And he shouted, "Doomsters, I know
Till five score years from this night,
The treasure is lost, and I trow
My ox has the hair of white."
"The Ballad Of Downal Baun" by Padraic Colum
Breathe not, hid Heart: cease silently,
And though thy birth-hour beckons thee,
Sleep the long sleep:
The Doomsters heap
Travails and teens around us here,
And Time-Wraiths turn our songsingings to fear.
"To An Unborn Pauper Child" by Thomas Hardy
Blow, bitter wind, with a cry of death,
Blow over the western bay:
The sunshine is gone from the desolate girl,
And before is the doomster-day,
And the saw-dust red with the heart's-blood shed
In the shambles of Fotheringay.
"Crossing Solway" by Francis Turner Palgrave