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The stag at eve had drunk his fill,
Where danced the moon on Monan's rill,
And deep his midnight lair had made
In lone Glenartney's hazel shade.

— Walter Scott The Lady of the Lake (1810)

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O, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!

Marmion (1808)

The paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.

The Heart of Midlothian (1818)

Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth,
When thought is speech, and speech is truth.

Marmion (1808)

Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.

Life of Napoleon (1827)

Her blue eyes sought the west afar,
For lovers love the western star.

The Lay of the Last Minstrel (1805)

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