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But with the morning cool reflection came.
The Monastery (1820)
As good play for nothing, you know, as work for nothing.
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.
What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier?
Woodstock (1826)
Yet what can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier?
Thy wife or thy daughter, that Eastern houri that thou lockest under thy arm as thou wouldst thy treasure-casket?
Ivanhoe (1820)
And darest thou then
To beard the lion in his den,
The Douglas in his hall?
Marmion (1808)
Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou art gone, and forever!
The Lady of the Lake (1810)
As hope and fear alternate chase
Our course through life's uncertain race.
Rokeby (1813)
Revenge is the sweetest morsel to the mouth, that ever was cooked in hell.
If you keep a thing seven years, you are sure to find a use for it.
Woodstock (1826)
There is a vulgar incredulity, which in historical matters as well as in those of religion, finds it easier to doubt than to examine.
The Fair Maid of Perth (1828)
There is a southern proverb—fine words butter no parsnips.
A Legend of Montrose (1819)
Wise men say that we resign to civil society our natural right of self-defence only on condition that the ordinances of law should protect us.
Guy Mannering (1815)
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
Marmion (1808)
For he that does good, having the unlimited power to do evil, deserves praise not only for the good which he performs, but for the evil which he forbears.
Ivanhoe (1819)
But with the morning cool repentance came.
Rob Roy (1817)
Scared out of his seven senses.
Rob Roy (1817)
O fading honours of the dead!
O high ambition, lowly laid!
The Lay of the Last Minstrel (1805)
Spangling the wave with lights as vain
As pleasures in the vale of pain,
That dazzle as they fade.
The Lord of the Isles (1815)