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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.
Walter Scott -
But search the land of living men,Where wilt thou find their like again?
Walter Scott
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I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.
Walter Scott -
And better had they ne'er been born,Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
Walter Scott -
Woman's faith and woman's trust,Write the characters in dust.
Walter Scott -
Spangling the wave with lights as vainAs pleasures in the vale of pain,That dazzle as they fade.
Walter Scott -
A miss is as good as a mile.
Walter Scott -
No pale gradations quench his ray,No twilight dews his wrath allay.
Walter Scott