Walter Scott Quotes
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O, Woman! in our hours of ease,Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,And variable as the shadeBy the light quivering aspen made;When pain and anguish wring the brow,A ministering angel thou!
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Each age has deemed the new-born year the fittest time for festal cheer.
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My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
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Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the Shore of a dark Scottish lake.
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The stag at eve had drunk his fill,Where danced the moon on Monan's rill,And deep his midnight lair had madeIn lone Glenartney's hazel shade.
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Look back, and smile on perils past.
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Still are the thoughts to memory dear.
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To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
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Rouse the lion from his lair.
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England was merry England, whenOld Christmas brought his sports again.‘Twas Christmas broach’d the mightiest ale;‘Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;A Christmas gambol oft could cheerThe poor man’s heart through half the year.
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Revenge is the sweetest morsel to the mouth, that ever was cooked in hell.
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Widowed wife and wedded maid.
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It's no fish ye're buying, it's men's lives.
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How pleasant it is for a father to sit at his child's board. It is like an aged man reclining under the shadow of an oak which he has planted.
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That day of wrath, that dreadful day,When heaven and earth shall pass away,What power shall be the sinner's stay?How shall he meet that dreadful day?
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With head upraised, and look intent,And eye and ear attentive bent,And locks flung back, and lips apart,Like monument of Grecian art,In listening mood, she seemed to stand,The guardian Naiad of the strand.
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Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.
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'What remains?' cried Ivanhoe; 'Glory, maiden, glory! which gilds our sepulchre and embalms our name.'
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Discretion is the perfection of reason, and a guide to us in all the duties of life.
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Pride and jealousy there was in his eye, for his life had been spent in asserting rights which were constantly liable to invasion; and the prompt, fiery, and resolute disposition of the man, had been kept constantly upon the alert by the circumstances of his situation.
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Her blue eyes sought the west afar,For lovers love the western star.
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Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking;Dream of battled fields no more,Days of danger, nights of waking.
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A foot more light, a step more true,Ne'er from the heath-flower dash'd the dew.
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Of all vices, drinking is the most incompatible with greatness.