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Despite Those Titles, Power, And Pelf, The Wretch, Concentred All In Self, Living, Shall Forfeit Fair Renown, And, Doubly Dying, Shall Go Down To The Vile Dust, From Whence He Sprung, Unwept, Unhonor'd, And Unsung.

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Despite Those Titles, Power,

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Despite Those Titles, Power, And Pelf, The Wretch, Concentred All In Self, Living, Shall Forfeit Fair Renown, And, Doubly Dying, Shall Go Down To The Vile Dust, From Whence He Sprung, Unwept, Unhonor'd, And Unsung.

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I Will But Confess The Sins Of My Green Cloak To My Grey Friar's Frock, And All Shall Be Well Again.

I Am She, O Most Bucolical Juvenal, Under Whose Charge Are Placed The Milky Mothers Of The Herd.

November's Sky Is Chill And Drear, November's Leaf Is Red And Sear.

He Turn'd His Charger As He Spake, Upon The River Shore, He Gave His Bridle Reins A Shake, Said, "adieu For Evermore, My Love, And Adieu For Evermore."

The Most Learned, Acute, And Diligent Student Cannot, In The Longest Life, Obtain An Entire Knowledge Of This One Volume.

A Good Deal Of Philanthropy Arises In General From Mere Vanity And Love Of Distinction Gilded Over To Others And To Themselves With Some Show Of Benevolent Sentiment.

The Playbill, Which Is Said To Have Announced The Tragedy Of Hamlet, The Character Of The Prince Of Denmark Being Left Out.

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It Was In The Beginning Of The Month Of November, 17--, When A Young English Gentleman, Who Had Just Left The University Of Oxford, Made Use Of The Liberty Afforded Him, To Visit Some Parts Of The North Of England; And Curiosity Extended His Tour Into The Adjacent Frontier Of The Sister Country.

O Woman! In Our Hours Of Ease Uncertain, Coy, And Hard To Please, And Variable As The Shade By The Light Quivering Aspen Made; When Pain And Anguish Wring The Brow, A Ministering Angel Thou!

Sordid Selfishness Doth Contract And Narrow Our Benevolence, And Cause Us, Like Serpents, To Infold Ourselves Within Ourselves, And To Turn Out Our Stings To The Entire World Besides.

Although Too Much Of A Soldier Among Sovereigns, No One Could Claim With Better Right To Be A Sovereign Among Soldiers.

What Skilful Limner E'er Would Choose To Paint The Rainbow's Varying Hues, Unless To Mortal It Were Given To Dip His Brush In Dyes Of Heaven?

Look Back, And Smile On Perils Past.

The Pith Of Conversation Does Not Consist In Exhibiting Your Own Superior Knowledge On Matters Of Small Consequence, But In Enlarging, Improving And Correcting The Information You Possess By The Authority Of Others.

I Was Not Always A Man Of Woe.

Profan'd The God-given Strength, And Marr'd The Lofty Line.

The Lover's Pleasure, Like That Of The Hunter, Is In The Chase, And The Brightest Beauty Loses Half Its Merit, As The Flower Its Perfume, When The Willing Hand Can Reach It Too Easily. There Must Be Doubt; There Must Be Difficulty And Danger.

One Crowded Hour Of Glorious Life Is Worth An Age Without A Name

Still From The Sire The Son Shall Hear Of The Stern Strife, And Carnage Drear, Of Flodden's Fatal Field, When Shiver'd Was Fair Scotland's Spear, And Broken Was Her Shield!

Some Touch Of Nature's Genial Glow.

He Is The Best Sailor Who Can Steer Within Fewest Points Of The Wind, And Exact A Motive Power Out Of The Greatest Obstacles.

The Schoolmaster Is Termed, Classically, Ludi Magister, Because He Deprives Boys Of Their Play.

Give Me An Honest Laugher.

Whose Lenient Sorrows Find Relief, Whose Joys Are Chastened By Their Grief.

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Fortune May Raise Up Or Abuse The Ordinary Mortal, But The Sage And The Soldier Should Have Minds Beyond Her Control.

Each Must Drain His Share Of Pleasure, Share Of Pain.

Vacant Heart, And Hand, And Eye, Easy Live And Quiet Die.

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.

For Love Will Still Be Lord Of All.

Still Are The Thoughts To Memory Dear.

Is Death The Last Sleep? No, It Is The Last And Final Awakening.

Women Are But The Toys Which Amuse Our Lighter Hours---ambition Is The Serious Business Of Life.

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To The Timid And Hesitating Everything Is Impossible Because It Seems So.

Impossible Things

Possible And Impossible

O! Many A Shaft, At Random Sent, Finds Mark The Archer Little Meant! And Many A Word, At Random Spoken, May Soothe Or Wound A Heart That's Broken!

I Will Tear This Folly From My Heart, Though Every Fibre Bleed As I Rend It Away!

Breathes There The Man With Soul So Dead, Who Never To Himself Hath Said, This Is My Own, My Native Land.

Look Not Thou On Beauty's Charming; Sit Thou Still When Kings Are Arming; Taste Not When The Wine-cup Glistens; Speak Not When The People Listens

Honour Is A Homicide And A Bloodspiller, That Gangs About Making Frays In The Street; But Credit Is A Decent Honest Man, That Sits At Hame And Makes The Pat Play.

The Sickening Pang Of Hope Deferr'd.

I Cannot Tell How The Truth May Be; I Say The Tale As It Was Said To Me.

War Is The Only Game In Which Both Sides Lose.

It Was Woman That Taught Me Cruelty, And On Woman Therefore I Have Exercised It.

What Various Scenes, And O! What Scenes Of Woe, Are Witness'd By That Red And Struggling Beam! The Fever'd Patient, From His Pallet Low, Through Crowded Hospitals Beholds It Stream; The Ruined Maiden Trembles At Its Gleam, The Debtor Wakes To Thought Of Gyve And Jail, The Love-lorn Wretch Starts From Tormenting Dream; The Wakeful Mother, By The Glimmering Pale, Trims Her Sick Infant's Couch, And Soothes His Feeble Wail.

Jock, When Ye Hae Naething Else To Do, Ye May Be Aye Sticking In A Tree; It Will Be Growing, Jock, When Ye 're Sleeping.

God Forgive Me For Having Thought It Possible That A Schoolmaster Could Be Out And Out A Rational Being.

It Is Only When I Dally With What I Am About, Look Back And Aside, Instead Of Keeping My Eyes Straight Forward, That I Feel These Cold Sinkings Of The Heart.

Here Is Neither Want Of Appetite Nor Mouths, Pray Heaven We Be Not Scant Of Meat Or Mirth.

Blud's Thicker Than Water.

Who O'er The Herd Would Wish To Reign, Fantastic, Fickle, Fierce, And Vain! Vain As The Leaf Upon The Stream, And Fickle As A Changeful Dream; Fantastic As A Woman's Mood, And Fierce As Frenzy's Fever'd Blood. Thou Many-headed Monster Thing, Oh Who Would Wish To Be Thy King!

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The Sun Never Sets On The Immense Empire Of Charles V.

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A Rusted Nail, Placed Near The Faithful Compass, Will Sway It From The Truth, And Wreck The Argosy.

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Covetousness Bursts The Sack And Spills The Grain.

There Is A Southern Proverb - Fine Words Butter No Parsnips.

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Cats Are A Mysterious Kind Of Folk.

Welcome As The Flowers In May.

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Art Thou A Friend To Roderick?

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It Is Wonderful What Strength Of Purpose And Boldness And Energy Of Will Are Roused By The Assurance That We Are Doing Our Duty.

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What Is A Diary As A Rule? A Document Useful To The Person Who Keeps It. Dull To The Contemporary Who Reads It And Invaluable To The Student, Centuries Afterwards, Who Treasures It.

When A Man Has Not A Good Reason For Doing A Thing, He Has One Good Reason For Letting It Alone.

High Minds, Of Native Pride And Force, Most Deeply Feel Thy Pangs, Remorse; Fear, For Their Scourge, Means Villains Have, Thou Art The Torturer Of The Brave!

For A Laggard In Love, And A Dastard In War, Was To Wed The Fair Ellen Of Lochinvar.

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Within That Awful Volume Lies The Mystery Of Mysteries!

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As Hope And Fear Alternate Chase Our Course Through Life's Uncertain Race.

My Foot Is On My Native Heath, And My Name Is Macgregor.

I Envy Thee Not Thy Faith, Which Is Ever In Thy Mouth But Never In Thy Heart Nor In Thy Practice

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The Race Of Mankind Would Perish Did They Cease To Aid Each Other. We Cannot Exist Without Mutual Help. All Therefore That Need Aid Have A Right To Ask It From Their Fellow-men; And No One Who Has The Power Of Granting Can Refuse It Without Guilt.

Will Future Ages Believe That Such Stupid Bigotry Ever Existed!

What I Have To Say Is Far More Important Than How Long My Eyelashes Are.

We Do That In Our Zeal Our Calmer Moment Would Be Afraid To Answer.

I Like A Highland Friend Who Will Stand By Me Not Only When I Am In The Right, But When I Am A Little In The Wrong.

We Often Praise The Evening Clouds, And Tints So Gay And Bold, But Seldom Think Upon Our God, Who Tinged These Clouds With Gold.

A Glass Of Good Wine Is A Gracious Creature, And Reconciles Poor Mortality To Itself And That Is What Few Things Can Do.

Fight On, Brave Knights! Man Dies, But Glory Lives! Fight On; Death Is Better Than Defeat! Fight On Brave Knights! For Bright Eyes Behold Your Deeds!

The Book Of Books Within This Ample Volume Lies The Mystery Of Mysteries. Happiest They Of Human Race To Whom Their God Has Given Grace To Read, To Fear, To Hope, To Pray, To Lift The Latch, To Force The Way; But Better Had They Ne'er Been Born That Read To Doubt Or Read To Scorn.

For Success, Attitude Is Equally As Important As Ability.

My Hope, My Heaven, My Trust Must Be, My Gentle Guide, In Following Thee.

A Fool's Wild Speech Confounds The Wise.

On His Bold Visage Middle Age Had Slightly Press'd Its Signet Sage, Yet Had Not Quench'd The Open Truth And Fiery Vehemence Of Youth: Forward And Frolic Glee Was There, The Will To Do, The Soul To Dare.

The Way Was Long, The Wind Was Cold, The Minstrel Was Infirm And Old; His Withered Cheek, And Tresses Gray, Seemed To Have Know A Better Day.

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No Scene Of Mortal Life But Teems With Mortal Woe.

Her Blue Eyes Sought The West Afar, For Lovers Love The Western Star.

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To Be Ambitious Of True Honor, Of The True Glory And Perfection Of Our Natures, Is The Very Principle And Incentive Of Virtue.

When Thinking About Companions Gone, We Feel Ourselves Doubly Alone.

When Israel, Of The Lord Belov'd, Out Of The Land Of Bondage Came, Her Fathers' God Before Her Mov'd, An Awful Guide In Smoke And Flame.

From My Experience, Not One In Twenty Marries The First Love; We Build Statues Of Snow And Weep To See Them Melt.

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The Chain Of Friendship, However Bright, Does Not Stand The Attrition Of Constant Close Contact.

Contentions Fierce, Ardent, And Dire, Spring From No Petty Cause.

"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.

Perhaps The Perusal Of Such Works May, Without Injustice, Be Compared With The Use Of Opiates, Baneful, When Habitually And Constantly Resorted To, But Of Most Blessed Power In Those Moments Of Pain And Of Langour, When The Whole Head Is Sore, And The Whole Heart Sick. If Those Who Rail Indiscriminately At This Species Of Composition, Were To Consider The Quantity Of Actual Pleasure It Produces, And The Much Greater Proportion Of Real Sorrow And Distress Which It Alleviates, Their Philanthropy Ought To Moderate Their Critical Pride, Or Religious Intolerance.

A Finnan Haddock Has A Relish Of A Peculiar And Delicate Flavour, Inimitable On Any Other Coast Than That Of Aberdeenshire. Some Of Our Edinburgh Philosophers Tried To Produce Their Equal In Vain. I Was One Of A Party At Dinner Where The Philosophical Haddocks Were Placed In Competition With The Genuine Finnan Fish. These Were Served Round Without Distinguishing Whence They Came; But Only One Gentleman Out Of Twelve Present Espoused The Cause Of Philosophy.

Come He Slow Or Come He Fast It Is But Death That Comes At Last

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Oh, Brignall Banks Are Wild And Fair, And Greta Woods Are Green, And You May Gather Garlands There Would Grace A Summer's Queen.

What A Strange Scene If The Surge Of Conversation Could Suddenly Ebb Like The Tide, And Show Us The Real State Of People's Minds.

True Love's The Gift Which God Has Given To Man Alone Beneath The Heaven.

He That Climbs A Ladder Must Begin At The First Round.

Come Forth, Old Man,--thy Daughter's Side Is Now The Fitting Place For Thee: When Time Has Quell'd The Oak's Bold Pride, The Youthful Tendril Yet May Hide, The Ruins Of The Parent Tree.

So Faithful In Love, And So Dauntless In War, There Never Was Knight Like Young Lochinvar.

Come One, Come All! This Rock Shall Fly From Its Firm Base, As Soon As I.

And Children Know, Instinctive Taught, The Friend And Foe.

We Shall Never Learn To Feel And Respect Our Real Calling And Destiny, Unless We Have Taught Ourselves To Consider Every Thing As Moonshine, Compared With The Education Of The Heart.

Respect Was Mingled With Surprise, And The Stern Joy Which Warriors Feel In Foemen Worthy Of Their Steel.

Commend Me To Sterling Honesty Though Clad In Rags.

Meat Eaten Without Either Mirth Or Music Is Ill Of Digestion.

Thou Hast Had Thty Day, Old Dame, But Thy Sun Has Long Been Set. Thou Art Now The Very Emblem Of An Old Warhorse Turned Out On The Barren Heath; Thou Hast Had Thy Paces In Thy Time, But Now A Broken Amble Is The Best Of Them.

Tell That To The Marines - The Sailors Won't Believe It.

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Land Of My Sires! What Mortal Hand Can E'er Untie The Filial Band That Knits Me To Thy Rugged Strand!

In The Name Of God!" Said Gurth, "how Came They Prisoners? And To Whom?" "our Master Was Too Ready To Fight," Said The Jester, "and Athelstane Was Not Ready Enough, And No Other Person Was Ready At All.

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Warriors! And Where Are Warriors Found, If Not On Martial Britain's Ground? And Who, When Waked With Note Of Fire, Love More Than They The British Lyre?

Marry In Haste, Repent At Leisure.

The Man Who Is Deserving The Name Is The One Whose Thoughts And Exertions Are For Others Rather Than For Himself.

Success - Keeping Your Mind Awake And Your Desire Asleep.

O Come Ye In Peace Here, Or Come Ye In War, Or To Dance At Our Bridal, Young Lord Lochinvar?

And Better Had They Ne'er Been Born, Who Read To Doubt, Or Read To Scorn.

Many Of Our Cares Are But A Morbid Way Of Looking At Our Privileges

Where Lives The Man That Has Not Tried How Mirth Can Into Folly Glide, And Folly Into Sin!

The Paths Of Virtue, Though Seldom Those Of Worldly Greatness, Are Always Those Of Pleasantness And Peace.

Heap On More Wood! - The Wind Is Chill; But Let It Whistle As It Will, We'll Keep Our Christmas Merry Still.

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Literature Is A Great Staff, But A Very Sorry Crutch.

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Great Talent Has Always A Little Madness Mixed Up With It.

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A Few Drops Sprinkled On The Torch Of Love Make The Flame Blaze The Brighter.

But Woe Awaits A Country When She Sees The Tears Of Bearded Men.

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All Live By Seeming. The Beggar Begs With It, And The Gay Courtier Gains Land And Title, Rank And Rule, By Seeming; The Clergy Scorn It Not, And The Bold Soldier Will Eke With It His Service.--all Admit It, All Practise It; And He Who Is Content With Showing What He Is, Shall Have Small Credit In Church, Or Camp, Or State.--so Wags The World.

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Despite Those Titles, Power, And Pelf, The Wretch, Concentred All In Self, Living, Shall Forfeit Fair Renown, And, Doubly Dying, Shall Go Down To The Vile Dust, From Whence He Sprung, Unwept, Unhonor'd, And Unsung.

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He Hath A Share Of Man's Intelligence, But No Share Of Man's Falsehood.

Breathes There The Man, With Soul So Dead, Who Never To Himself Hath Said, This Is My Own, My Native Land! Whose Heart Hath Ne'er Within Him Burn'd, As Home His Footsteps He Hath Turn'd From Wandering On A Foreign Strand! If Such There Breathe, Go Mark Him Well; For Him No Minstrel Raptures Swell; High Though His Titles, Proud His Name, Boundless His Wealth As Wish Can Claim; Despite Those Titles, Power, And Pelf, The Wretch, Concentred All In Self, Living, Shall Forfeit Fair Renown, And, Doubly Dying, Shall Go Down To The Vile Dust, From Whence He Sprung, Unwept, Unhonor'd, And Unsung.

The Heart-sick Faintness Of The Hope Delayed!

Unless A Tree Has Borne Blossoms In Spring, You Will Vainly Look For Fruit On It In Autumn.

Certainly," Quoth Athelstane, "women Are The Least To Be Trusted Of All Animals, Monks And Abbots Excepted.

Teach You Children Poetry; It Opens The Mind, Lends Grace To Wisdom And Makes The Heroic Virtues Hereditary.

In Listening Mood She Seemed To Stand, The Guardian Naiad Of The Strand.

We Are Like The Herb Which Flourisheth Most When It Is Most Trampled On.

In The Lost Battle, Borne Down By The Flying, Where Mingles War's Rattle With Groans Of The Dying.

The Happy Combination Of Fortuitous Circumstances.

As System Virtualization Becomes Mainstream, It Managers Will Find A Greater Need For Disk Imaging For Disaster Recovery And Systems Deployment,.

Methinks I Will Not Die Quite Happy Without Having Seen Something Of That Rome Of Which I Have Read So Much.

Good Wine Needs Neither Bush Nor Preface To Make It Welcome. And They Drank The Red Wine Through The Helmet Barr'd.

Soldier, Rest! Thy Warfare O'er.

All Is Possible For Those Who Dare To Die!

Revenge, The Sweetest Morsel To The Mouth That Ever Was Cooked In Hell.

It Is More Difficult To Look Upon Victory Than Upon Battle.

Silence, Maiden; Thy Tongue Outruns Thy Discretion.

Credit Is Like A Looking-glass, Which When Once Sullied By A Breath, May Be Wiped Clear Again; But If Once Cracked Can Never Be Repaired.

A Lawyer Without History Or Literature Is A Mechanic, A Mere Working Mason; If He Possesses Some Knowledge Of These, He May Venture To Call Himself An Architect.

Hail To The Chief Who In Triumph Advances!

A Mother's Pride, A Father's Joy.

You Will, I Trust, Resemble A Forest Plant, Which Has Indeed, By Some Accident, Been Brought Up In The Greenhouse, And Thus Rendered Delicate And Effeminate, But Which Regains Its Native Firmness And Tenacity, When Exposed For A Season To The Winter Air.

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