Walter Scott Quotes
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Tell that to the marines-the sailors won't believe it.
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So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
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Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can,Come saddle your horses, and call up your men;Come open the West Port, and let me gang free,And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!
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If you once turn on your side after the hour at which you ought to rise, it is all over. Bolt up at once.
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Oh for a blast of that dread horn on Fontarabian echoes borne!
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Her blue eyes sought the west afar,For lovers love the western star.
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Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,The sun has left the lea.The orange flower perfumes the bower,The breeze is on the sea.
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Oh, poverty parts good company.
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Sea of upturned faces.
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The half hour between waking and rising has all my life proved propitious to any task which was exercising my invention... It was always when I first opened my eyes that the desired ideas thronged upon me.
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What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier?
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Randolph, thy wreath has lost a rose.
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And come he slow, or come he fast,It is but Death who comes at last.
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War's a fearsome thing. They'll be cunning that catches me at this wark again.
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One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honor or observation.
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O Caledonia! stern and wild,Meet nurse for a poetic child!Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,Land of the mountain and the flood!
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She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
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Time rolls his ceaseless course.
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Vacant heart, and hand, and eye,Easy live and quiet die.
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Come one, come all! This rock shall fly from its firm base as soon as I.
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Art thou a friend to Roderick?
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If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright,Go visit it by the pale moonlight.
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A rusty nail placed near a faithful compass, will sway it from the truth, and wreck the argosy.
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For ne'erWas flattery lost on poet's ear:A simple race! they waste their toilFor the vain tribute of a smile.