Walter Scott quotes - page 3

Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain. (Walter Scott)
Where lives the man that has not tried How mirth can into folly glide, And folly into sin.
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Art thou a friend to Roderick.
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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.
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Hail to the chief who in triumph advances.
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So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like young Lochinvar.
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Her blue eyes sought the west afar, For lovers love the western star.
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Novembers sky is chill and drear, Novembers leaf is red and sear.
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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.
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But woe awaits a country when She sees the tears of bearded men.
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Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth. (Walter Scott)
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.
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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.
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For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of Lochinvar.
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Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land Whose heart hath neer within him burnd, As home his footsteps he hath turnd 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, unhonord, and unsung.
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Soldier rest thy warfare oer, Sleep the sleep thast knows not breaking, Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking.
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Vacant heart, and hand, and eye, Easy live and quiet die.
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It 's no fish ye 're buying, it 's men's lives.
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Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.
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'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.
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'T is an old tale and often told But did my fate and wish agree, Ne'er had been read, in story old, Of maiden true betray'd for gold, That loved, or was avenged, like me. (Walter Scott)
And come he slow, or come he fast, It is but Death who comes at last.
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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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What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier.
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Each age has deemed the new-born year the fittest time for festal cheer.
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