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I cannot tell how the truth may be I say the tale as it was said to me.
Walter Scott
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Walter Scott
Age: 61 †
Born: 1771
Born: August 15
Died: 1832
Died: September 21
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Guilt, though it may attain temporal splendor, can never confer real happiness the evil consequences of our crimes long survive their commission, and, like the ghosts of the murdered, forever haunt the steps of the malefactor while the paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.
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Come one, come all! this rock shall fly From its firm base, as soon as I.
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Spur not an unbroken horse put not your plowshare too deep into new land.
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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.
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See yonder rock from which the fountain gushes is it less compact of adamant, though waters flow from it? Firm hearts have moister eyes.
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Of all vices, drinking is the most incompatible with greatness.
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Woman's faith and woman's trust, Write the characters in dust.
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Thus aged men, full loth and slow, The vanities of life forego, And count their youthful follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more.
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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.
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Hard toil can roughen form and face, And want call quench the eye's bright grace.
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Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!
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Who, noteless as the race from which he sprung, Saved others' names, but left his own unsung.
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Look back, and smile on perils past.
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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?
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