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Walter Scott quotes - page 2
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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I was not always a man of woe.
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Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel.
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Tell that to the marines the sailors wont believe it.
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Steady of heart and stout of hand.
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Time rolls his ceaseless course.
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Still are the thoughts to memory dear.
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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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I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.
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The sun never sets on the immense empire of Charles V.
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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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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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There is a southern proverb fine words butter no parsnips.
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Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever.
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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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My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
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Discretion is the perfection of reason, and a guide to us in all the duties of life.
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Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.
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Woman's faith and woman's trust, Write the characters in dust.
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Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries.
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In man's most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven.
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Ne'er Was flattery lost on poet's ear A simple race they waste their toil For the vain tribute of a smile.
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