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I was not always a man of woe.
Walter Scott
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Walter Scott
Age: 61 †
Born: 1771
Born: August 15
Died: 1832
Died: September 21
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The time which passes over our heads so imperceptibly makes the same gradual change in habits, manners and character, as in personal appearance. At the revolution of every five years we find ourselves another and yet the same--there is a change of views, and no less of the light in which we regard them a change of motives as well as of action.
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Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Come saddle your horses, and call up your men Come open the West Port, and let me gang free, And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!
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Dear to me is my bonnie white steed Oft has he helped me at pinch of need.
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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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I have heard men talk about the blessings of freedom, he said to himself, but I wish any wise man would teach me what use to make of it now that I have it.
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The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.
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There is a southern proverb - fine words butter no parsnips.
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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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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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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, unhonor'd, and unsung.
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One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name
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The Book of Books Within this ample volume lies The mystery of mysteries. Happiest they of human race To whom their God has given grace To read, to fear, to hope, to pray, To lift the latch, to force the way But better had they ne'er been born That read to doubt or read to scorn.
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Still are the thoughts to memory dear.
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Where, where was Roderick then? One blast upon his bugle horn Were worth a thousand men.
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Vengeance to God alone belongs But, when I think of all my wrongs My blood is liquid flame!
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