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O fading honours of the dead!O high ambition, lowly laid!
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All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.
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Where, where was Roderick then!One blast upon his bugle-hornWere worth a thousand men.
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Chivalry!-why, maiden, she is the nurse of pure and high affection-the stay of the oppressed, the redresser of grievances, the curb of the power of the tyrant-Nobility were but an empty name without her, and liberty finds the best protection in her lance and her sword.
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He is the best sailor who can steer within fewest points of the wind, and exact a motive power out of the greatest obstacles.
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'Lambe them, lads! lambe them!' a cant phrase of the time derived from the fate of Dr. Lambe, an astrologer and quack, who was knocked on the head by the rabble in Charles the First's time.
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November’s sky is chill and drear,November’s leaf is red and sear.
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For he that does good, having the unlimited power to do evil, deserves praise not only for the good which he performs, but for the evil which he forbears.
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The rose is fairest when 't is budding new,And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew,And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
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I cannot tell how the truth may be;I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
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The Sun never sets on the immense empire of Charles V.
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Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
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Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be ay sticking in a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye're sleeping.
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Steady of heart, and stout of hand.
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But with the morning cool reflection came.
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Call it not vain;-they do not err,Who say, that when the Poet dies,Mute Nature mourns her worshipper,And celebrates his obsequies.
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Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the West,Through all the wide Border his steed was the best.
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Some feelings are to mortals givenWith less of earth in them than heaven;And if there be a human tearFrom passion's dross refined and clear,A tear so limpid and so meekIt would not stain an angel's cheek,'Tis that which pious fathers shedUpon a duteous daughter's head!
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Bluid is thicker than water.
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Oh, Brignal banks are wild and fair,And Greta woods are green,And you may gather garlands thereWould grace a summer's queen.
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Recollect that the Almighty, who gave the dog to be companion of our pleasures and our toils, hath invested him with a nature noble and incapable of deceit.
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A light on Marmion’s visage spread,And fired his glazing eye:With dying hand, above his head,He shook the fragment of his blade,And shouted 'Victory!-Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on!'Were the last words of Marmion.
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Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and brightAs in that well-remember'd nightWhen first thy mystic braid was wove,And first my Agnes whisper'd love.
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Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.
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