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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!

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Walter Scott

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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!

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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.

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

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

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

But Search The Land Of Living Men, Where Wilt Thou Find Their Like Again?

I Have Heard Men Talk About The Blessings Of Freedom," He Said To Himself, "but I Wish Any Wise Man Would Teach Me What Use To Make Of It Now That I Have It.

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.

Covetousness Bursts The Sack And Spills The Grain.

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?

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

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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.

Thou And I Are But The Blind Instruments Of Some Irresistible Fatality, That Hurries Us Along, Like Goodly Vessels Driving Before The Storm, Which Are Dashed Against Each Other, And So Perish.

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Give Me An Honest Laugher.

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When True Friends Meet In Adverse Hour; 'tis Like A Sunbeam Through A Shower. A Watery Way An Instant Seen, The Darkly Closing Clouds Between.

Adversity Is, To Me At Least, A Tonic And A Bracer.

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The Happy Combination Of Fortuitous Circumstances.

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Alas!... What Is It, Valiant Knight, Save An Offering Of Sacrifice To A Demon Of Vain Glory, And A Passing Through The Fire Of Moloch? What Remains To You As A Prize Of All The Blood You Have Spilled, Of All The Travail And Pain You Have Endured, Of All The Tears Which Your Deeds Have Caused, When Death Hath Broken The Strong Man's Spear, And Overtaken The Speed Of His War-horse?

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Art Thou A Friend To Roderick?

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A Christmas Gambol Oft Could Cheer The Poor Man's Heart Through Half The Year.

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There Never Will Exist Anything Permanently Noble And Excellent In The Character Which Is A Stranger To Resolute Self-denial.

Hard Toil Can Roughen Form And Face, And Want Call Quench The Eye's Bright Grace.

He That Follows The Advice Of Reason Has A Mind That Is Elevated Above The Reach Of Injury; That Sits Above The Clouds, In A Calm And Quiet Ether, And With A Brave Indifferency Hears The Rolling Thunders Grumble And Burst Under His Feet.

True Love's The Gift Which God Has Given To Man Alone Beneath The Heaven: It Is Not Fantasy's Hot Fire, Whose Wishes Soon As Granted Fly; It Liveth Not In Fierce Desire.

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

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In That Pleasant District Of Merry England Which Is Watered By The River Don, There Extended In Ancient Times A Large Forest, Covering The Greater Part Of The Beautiful Hills And Valleys Which Lie Between Sheffield And The Pleasant Town Of Doncaster.

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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!

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

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

Oh, Poverty Parts Good Company.

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

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Hope Is Brightest When It Dawns From Fears.

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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.

All Is Possible For Those Who Dare To Die!

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The Sickening Pang Of Hope Deferr'd.

Who, Noteless As The Race From Which He Sprung, Saved Others' Names, But Left His Own Unsung.

The Heart-sick Faintness Of The Hope Delayed!

Many A Law, Many A Commandment Have I Broken, But My Word Never.

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

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

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Saint George And The Dragon!-bonny Saint George For Merry England!-the Castle Is Won!

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.

Some Touch Of Nature's Genial Glow.

Tears Are The Softening Showers Which Cause The Seed Of Heaven To Spring Up In The Human Heart.

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Steady Of Heart And Stout Of Hand.

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For Love Will Still Be Lord Of All.

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

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But With Morning Cool Repentance Came.

Oh, On That Day, That Wrathful Day, When Man To Judgment Wakes Front Clay, Be Thou, O Christ, The Sinner's Stay, Though Heaven And Earth Shall Pass Away.

Time Rolls His Ceaseless Course.

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

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 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.

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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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No Scene Of Mortal Life But Teems With Mortal Woe.

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!

Though Varying Wishes, Hopes, And Fears, Fever'd The Progress Of These Years, Yet Now, Days, Weeks, And Months But Seem The Recollection Of A Dream.

There Is A Vulgar Incredulity, Which In Historical Matters, As Well As In Those Of Religion, Finds It Easier To Doubt Than To Examine.

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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Blud's Thicker Than Water.

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.

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

Good Even, Good Fair Moon, Good Even To Thee. I Prithee, Dear Moon, Now Show To Me The Form And The Features, The Speech And Degree, Of The Man That True Lover Of Mine Shall Be.

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In Peace, Love Tunes The Shepherd's Reed; In War, He Mounts The Warrior's Steed; In Halls, In Gay Attire Is Seen; In Hamlets, Dances On The Green. Love Rules The Court, The Camp, The Grove, And Men Below, And Saints Above; For Love Is Heaven, And Heaven Is Love.

God In His Goodness Sent The Grapes To Cheer Both Great And Small; Little Fools Will Drink Too Much And Great Fools None At All!

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

Look Back, And Smile On Perils Past.

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 Build Statues Out Of Snow, And Weep To See Them Melt.

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

The Time Which Passes Over Our Heads So Imperceptibly Makes The Same Gradual Change In Habits, Manners And Character, As In Personal Appearance. At The Revolution Of Every Five Years We Find Ourselves Another And Yet The Same;--there Is A Change Of Views, And No Less Of The Light In Which We Regard Them; A Change Of Motives As Well As Of Action.

Each Age Has Deemed The New-born Year The Fittest Time For Festal Cheer.

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

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

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

For Deadly Fear Can Time Outgo, And Blanch At Once The Hair.

Here Eglantine Embalm'd The Air, Hawthorne And Hazel Mingled There; The Primrose Pale, And Violet Flower, Found In Each Cliff A Narrow Bower; Fox-glove And Nightshade, Side By Side, Emblems Of Punishment And Pride, Group'd Their Dark Hues With Every Stain The Weather-beaten Crags Retain.

Silence, Maiden; Thy Tongue Outruns Thy Discretion.

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

Woman's Faith And Woman's Trust, Write The Characters In Dust.

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