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In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

In prosperous times I have sometimes felt my fancy and powers of language flag, but adversity is to me at least a tonic and bracer.

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.

In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying.

In the name of God!" said Gurth, "how came they prisoners? and to whom?" "Our master was too ready to fight," said the Jester, "and Athelstane was not ready enough, and no other person was ready at all.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

It is more difficult to look upon victory than upon battle.

It is a great disgrace to religion, to imagine that it is an enemy to mirth and cheerfulness, and a severe exacter of pensive looks and solemn faces.

It is only when I dally with what I am about, look back and aside, instead of keeping my eyes straight forward, that I feel these cold sinkings of the heart.

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.

It is wonderful what strength of purpose and boldness and energy of will are roused by the assurance that we are doing our duty.

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

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.

I was born a Scotsman and a bare one. Therefore I was born to fight my way in the world.

I will but confess the sins of my green cloak to my grey friar's frock, and all shall be well again.

I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!

I will suppose that you have no friends to share or rejoice in your success in life — that you cannot look back to those to whom you owe gratitude, or forward to those to whom you ought to afford protection; but it is no less incumbent on you to move steadily in the path of duty — for your active exertions are due not only to society, but in humble titude to the Being who made you a member of it, with powers to serve yourself and others.

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.

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

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.

"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.

Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!

Like the dew on the mountain, like the foam on the river, like the bubble on the fountain, thou art gone, and for ever!

Literature is a great staff, but a very sorry crutch.

Look at a gown of gold, and you will at least get a sleeve of it.

Look back, and smile on perils past.

Look not thou on beauty's charming; Sit thou still when kings are arming; Taste not when the wine-cup glistens; Speak not when the people listens

Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll, And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole, Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly, Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky. Then let the good Thy mighty name revere, And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear.

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

Mankind — the race would perish did they cease to aid each other.

Many a law, many a commandment have I broken, but my word never.

Many of our cares are but a morbid way of looking at our privileges

Meat eaten without either mirth or music is ill of digestion.

Mellow nuts have the hardest rind.

Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea.

My dear, be a good man be virtuous be religious be a good man. Nothing else will give you any comfort when you come to lie here. ...God bless you all.

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

My hope, my heaven, my trust must be, My gentle guide, in following thee.

Mystery has great charms for womanhood.

Necessity--thou best of peacemakers, As well as surest prompter of invention.

Never was flattery lost on a poet's ear; a simple race, they waste their toil for the vain tribute of a smile.

No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.

Nothing is more completely the child of art than a garden.

November's sky is chill and drear, November's leaf is red and sear.

Now, it is well known, that a man may with more impunity be guilty of an actual breach either of real good breeding or of good morals, than appear ignorant of the most minute point of fashionable etiquette.

O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood; Land of the mountain and the flood!

O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?

Of all vices, drinking is the most incompatible with greatness.

Oh, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer's queen.

Oh, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes front clay, Be Thou, O Christ, the sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away.