Those who are too idle to read, save for the purpose of amusement, may in these works acquire some acquaintance with history, which, however inaccurate, is better than none.
WALTER SCOTTNovember’s sky is chill and drear, November’s leaf is red and sear.
More Walter Scott Quotes
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Some feelings are to mortals given With less of earth in them than heaven.
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Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.
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Welcome as the flowers in May.
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The half hour between waking and rising has all my life proved propitious to any task which was exercising my invention… It was always when I first opened my eyes that the desired ideas thronged upon me.
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Who, like ambition, lures men to their ruin.
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One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.
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Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.
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Nothing is more completely the child of art than a garden.
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Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
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Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
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Of all vices, drinking is the most incompatible with greatness.
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Look back, and smile on perils past.
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Each age has deemed the new-born year the fittest time for festal cheer.
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A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man’s heart through half the year.
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As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.
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