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It was in the beginning of the month of November, 17--, when a young English gentleman, who had just left the university of Oxford, made use of the liberty afforded him, to visit some parts of the north of England; and curiosity extended his tour into the adjacent frontier of the sister country. - Guy Mannering [Books (First Lines)] Soon the shroud shall lap thee fast, And the sleep be on thee cast That shall ne'er know waking. - Guy Mannering (ch. XXVII) [Death] Blud's thicker than water. - Guy Mannering (ch. XXXVIII) [Blood] But with the morning cool reflection came. - Highland Widow--Introductory (ch. IV) [Morning] In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large forest, covering the greater part of the beautiful hills and valleys which lie between Sheffield and the pleasant town of Doncaster. - Ivanhoe [Books (First Lines)] It is the privilege of tale-tellers to open their story in an inn, the free rendezvous of all travellers, and where the humour of each displays itself, without ceremony or restraint. - Kenilworth [Books (First Lines)] Well, then--our course is chosen--spread the sail-- Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well-- Look to the helm, good master--many a shoal Marks this stern coast, and rocks, where sits the Siren Who, like ambition, lures men to their ruin. - Kenilworth (ch. XVII, verses at head of chapter) [Navigation] And let our barks across the pathless flood Hold different courses. - Kenilworth (ch. XXIX, introductory verses) [Ships] Breathes there a man, with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! - Lay of the Last Minstrel [Nationalism] I'll make thee famous by my pen, And glorious by my sword. - Legend of Montrose (ch. XV) [Fame : Pen] Thus pleasures fade away; Youth, talents, beauty, thus decay, And leave us dark, forlorn, and gray. - Marmiom (introduction to canto II, st. 7) [Age] Hard toil can roughen form and face, And want call quench the eye's bright grace. - Marmion (canto I, st. 28) [Proverbs : Work] Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth. - Marmion (canto II, introduction) [Speech] When, musing on companions gone, We doubly feel ourselves alone. - Marmion (canto II, introduction) [Solitude] Upon the gale she stoop'd her side, And bounded o'er the swelling tide, As she were dancing home; The merry seamen laugh'd to see Their gallant ship so lustily Furrow the green sea-foam. - Marmion (canto II, st. 1) [Navigation] 'Tis an old tale, and often told; But did my fate and wish agree, Ne'er had been read, in story old, Of maiden true betray'd for gold, That loved, or was avenged, like me! - Marmion (canto II, st. 27) [Revenge] And honeysuckle loved to crawl Up the low crag and ruin'd wall. - Marmion (canto III, introduction) [Honeysuckles] Where shall the lover rest, Whom the fates sever From his true maiden's breast, Parted for ever? Where, through groves deep and high, Sounds the far billow, Where early violets die, Under the willow. - Marmion (canto III, st. 10) [Love] In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying. Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying. - Marmion (canto III, st. 11) [War] High minds, of native pride and force, Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse; Fear, for their scourge, means villains have, Thou art the torturer of the brave! - Marmion (canto III, st. 13) [Remorse] Where's the coward that would not dare To fight for such a land? - Marmion (canto IV, st. 30) [Patriotism] With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. - Marmion (canto V, st. 12) [Proverbs : Smiles] But woe awaits a country, when She sees the tears of bearded men. - Marmion (canto V, st. 16) [Tears] For monarchs seldom sigh in vain. - Marmion (canto V, st. 9) [Royalty] Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue,-- Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain. - Marmion (canto V, st. 9) [Wooing] Displaying page 7 of 12 for this author: << Prev Next >> 1 2 3 4 5 6 [7] 8 9 10 11 12
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