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All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.
Walter Scott
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I cannot tell how the truth may be;I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
Walter Scott
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But with the morning cool reflection came.
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Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the West,Through all the wide Border his steed was the best.
Walter Scott
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Where, where was Roderick then!One blast upon his bugle-hornWere worth a thousand men.
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Along thy wild and willow'd shore.
Walter Scott
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O fading honours of the dead!O high ambition, lowly laid!
Walter Scott
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My dear, be a good man - be virtuous - be religious - be a good man. Nothing else will give you any comfort when you come to lie here. ...God bless you all.
Walter Scott
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As old as the hills.
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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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The way was long, the wind was cold,The Minstrel was infirm and old;His withered cheek, and tresses gray,Seemed to have known a better day.
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If you keep a thing seven years, you are sure to find a use for it.
Walter Scott
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Bluid is thicker than water.
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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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It is a strong castle, and strongly guarded; but there is no impossibility to brave men.
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Where's the coward that would not dareTo fight for such a land?
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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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But search the land of living men,Where wilt thou find their like again?
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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.
Walter Scott
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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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And better had they ne'er been born,Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
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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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Spangling the wave with lights as vainAs pleasures in the vale of pain,That dazzle as they fade.
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