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No pale gradations quench his ray,
No twilight dews his wrath allay.

Rokeby. Canto vi. Stanza 21.

Come as the winds come, when

Forests are rended;

Come as the waves come, when

Navies are stranded.

Pibroch of Donald Dhu.

Bluide is thicker than water.1 Guy Mannering. Chap. xxvii.

A lawyer without history or literature is a mechanic, a mere working mason; if he possesses some knowledge of these, he may venture to call himself an architect.

It's no fish ye 're buying, it's men's lives.2

Chap. xxxvii.

The Antiquary. Chap. xi.

When Israel, of the Lord belov'd,
Out of the land of bondage came,
Her fathers' God before her mov'd,
An awful guide in smoke and flame.

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My foot is on my native heath, and my name is

MacGregor.

Scared out of his seven senses.*

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.

Chap. xxxiv.

Ibid.

Old Mortality. Chap. xxxiv.

1 This proverb, so frequently ascribed to Scott, is a common proverb of the seventeenth century. It is found in Ray and other collections of proverbs. 2 It is not linen you 're wearing out,

But human creatures's lives.

HOOD: Song of the Shirt.

8 DANIEL WEBSTER: Speech, Sept. 30, 1842.

4 Huzzaed out of my seven senses. Spectator, No. 616, Nov. 5, 1774.

The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.1
Answer to the Author of Waverley to the Letter of
Captain Clutterbuck. The Monastery.

Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!

And better had they ne'er been born,
Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.

My County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,

The orange flower perfumes the bower,

The breeze is on the sea.

Chap. xii.

Ibid.

Quentin Durward. Chap. iv.

Widowed wife and wedded maid. The Betrothed. Chap. xv.

Woman's faith and woman's trust,
Write the characters in dust.

Chap. xx.

I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.2

But with the morning cool reflection came."

Chap. xxviii.

Chronicles of the Canongate. Chap. iv.

What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier ? 4

Woodstock. Chap. xxxvii.

The playbill, which is said to have announced the tragedy of Hamlet, the character of the Prince of Denmark being left out.

The Talisman. Introduction.

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3 See Rowe, page 301.

DANIEL WEBSTER: Argu

DICKENS: Our Mutual

4 Le premier qui fut roi, fut un soldat heureux :
Qui sert bien son pays, n'a pas besoin d'aïeux

(The first who was king was a successful soldier. He who serves well his country has no need of ancestors). VOLTAIRE: Merope, act i. sc. 3.

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Rouse the lion from his lair.

The Talisman. Chap. vi.

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.1 The Heart of Midlothian. Chap. viii.

Fat, fair, and forty.2

St. Ronan's Well. Chap. vii.

"Lambe them, lads! lambe them!" a cant phrase of the time derived from the fate of Dr. Lambe, an astrologer and quack, who was knocked on the head by the rabble in Charles the First's time.

Peveril of the Peak. Chap. xlii.

Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.3 Life of Napoleon.

The sun never sets on the immense empire of Charles V.1 Ibid. (February, 1807.)

1 The very words of a Highland laird, while on his death-bed, to his son. 2 See Dryden, page 275.

8 See Pope, page 331.

4 A power which has dotted over the surface of the whole globe with her possessions and military posts, whose morning drum-beat, following the sun, and keeping company with the hours, circles the earth with one continuous and unbroken strain of the martial airs of England. - DANIEL WEBSTER: Speech, May 7, 1834.

Why should the brave Spanish soldier brag the sun never sets in the Spanish dominions, but ever shineth on one part or other we have conquered for our king?. - CAPTAIN JOHN SMITH: Advertisements for the Unexperienced, fc. (Mass. Hist. Soc. Coll., Third Series, vol. iii. p. 49).

It may be said of them (the Hollanders) as of the Spaniards, that the sun never sets on their dominions. - GAGE: New Survey of the West Indies. Epistle Dedicatory. (London, 1648.)

I am called

The richest monarch in the Christian world;

The sun in my dominions never sets.

SCHILLER: Don Karlos, act i. sc. 6. Altera figlia

Di quel monarca, a cui

Nè anco, quando annotta il sol tramonta

(The proud daughter of that monarch to whom when it grows dark [else

where] the sun never sets). — GUARINI: Pastor Fido (1590). On the marriage of the Duke of Savoy with Catherine of Austria.

JAMES MONTGOMERY. 1771-1854.

When the good man yields his breath

(For the good man never dies).1

The Wanderer of Switzerland. Part v.

Gashed with honourable scars,
Low in Glory's lap they lie;
Though they fell, they fell like stars,
Streaming splendour through the sky.

The Battle of Alexandria.

Distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea.

Once, in the flight of ages past,
There lived a man.

The Ocean. Line 54.

The Common Lot.

Counts his sure gains, and hurries back for more.

The West Indies, Part iii.

Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.2

The World before the Flood. Canto v.

Joys too exquisite to last,
And yet more exquisite when past.
Bliss in possession will not last;
Remembered joys are never past;
At once the fountain, stream, and sea,
They were, they are, they yet shall be.
Friend after friend departs;

Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end.

The Little Cloud.

Ibid.

Friends.

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1 Θνήσκειν μὴ λέγε τοὺς ἀγαθούς (Say not that the good die). — CALLI

MACHUS Epigram x.

2 See Barbauld, page 433.

Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,

Unmeasured by the flight of years;
And all that life is love.

The Issues of Life and Death.

Night is the time to weep,

To wet with unseen tears

Those graves of memory where sleep

The joys of other years.

Who that hath ever been

Could bear to be no more?

Yet who would tread again the scene

He trod through life before?

Here in the body pent,

Absent from Him I roam,

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent

Ibid.

The Falling Leaf.

A day's march nearer home. At Home in Heaven.

If God hath made this world so fair,

Where sin and death abound, How beautiful beyond compare

Will paradise be found!

The Earth full of God's Goodness.

Return unto thy rest, my soul,

From all the wanderings of thy thought, From sickness unto death made whole, Safe through a thousand perils brought.

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,

Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire

That trembles in the breast.

Prayer is the burden of a sigh,

The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye
When none but God is near.

Rest for the Soul.

What is Prayer?

Ibid.

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