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Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er.
Walter Scott
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Walter Scott
Age: 61 †
Born: 1771
Born: August 15
Died: 1832
Died: September 21
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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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Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
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Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!
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England was merry England, when Old Christmas brought his sports again. 'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale 'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year.
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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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Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of battled fields no more. Days of danger, nights of waking.
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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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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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Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.
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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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No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.
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It was woman that taught me cruelty, and on woman therefore I have exercised it.
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Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
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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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Hard toil can roughen form and face, And want call quench the eye's bright grace.
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