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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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Come one, come all! this rock shall fly From its firm base, as soon as I.
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Methinks I will not die quite happy without having seen something of that Rome of which I have read so much.
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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.
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Her blue eyes sought the west afar, For lovers love the western star.
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One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honor or observation.
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Marry in haste, repent at leisure.
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The tear, down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dewdrop on the rose When next the summer breeze comes by And waves the bush, the flower is dry.
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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!
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Hard toil can roughen form and face, And want call quench the eye's bright grace.
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