sire quotes

   Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife, and carnage drear, Of Flodden's fatal field, Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear, And broken was her shield!

- Sir Walter Scott
  Marmion, canto 6, stanza 34.

He died, Who was the Sire of an immortal strain, Blind, old and lonely.

- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Adonais, stanza 4.