"Chivalry!---why, maiden, she is the nurse of pure and high affection---the stay of the oppressed, the redresser of grievances, the curb of the power of the tyrant ---Nobility were but an empty name without her, and liberty finds the best protection in her lance and her sword."
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Ivanhoe
by
Sir Walter Scott
"What remains?" cried Ivanhoe; "Glory, maiden, glory! which gilds our sepulchre and embalms our name."
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Ivanhoe
by
Sir Walter Scott
"Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once."
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Julius Caesar
by
William Shakespeare
"My daughter, there are times of moral danger when the hardest virtuous resolution to form is flight, and when the most heroic bravery is flight."
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Our Mutual Friend
by
Charles Dickens
The future was with Fate. The present was our own.
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The Poison Belt
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"Adventurer" -- he that goes out to meet whatever may come. Well, that is what we all do in the world one way or another.
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Allan Quatermain
by
H. Rider Haggard
Indeed, it may be laid down as a general principle, that the more extended the ancestry, the greater the amount of violence and vagabondism; for in ancient days those two amusements, combining a wholesome excitement with a promising means of repairing shattered fortunes, were at once the ennobling pursuit and the healthful recreation of the Quality of this land.
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Martin Chuzzlewit
by
Charles Dickens
"Fifteen men on the dead man's chest -- Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!"
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Treasure Island
by
Robert Louis Stevenson
"Let them be brought to the house of 'She-who-must-be-obeyed'. Bring forth the men, and let that which they have with them be brought forth also."
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She
by
H. Rider Haggard
The sky aft was dark as pitch, but the moon still shone brightly ahead of us and lit up the blackness. Beneath its sheen a huge white-topped breaker, twenty feet high or more, was rushing on to us. It was on the break--the moon shone on its crest and tipped its foam with light. On it rushed beneath the inky sky, driven by the awful squall behind it.
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She
by
H. Rider Haggard