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Page xi
... took his name from the country of which he sang . - Walter Scott was born 15 August , 1771 , in his father's house at the head of the Col- lege Wynd , Edinburgh . He was of the purest Border race . Walter Scott Wat of Harden was the ...
... took his name from the country of which he sang . - Walter Scott was born 15 August , 1771 , in his father's house at the head of the Col- lege Wynd , Edinburgh . He was of the purest Border race . Walter Scott Wat of Harden was the ...
Page xii
... took for his shepherd an old man called Hogg , who willingly lent him , out of respect to his family , his whole savings , about £ 30 , to stock the new farm . With this sum , which it seems was at the time sufficient for the purpose ...
... took for his shepherd an old man called Hogg , who willingly lent him , out of respect to his family , his whole savings , about £ 30 , to stock the new farm . With this sum , which it seems was at the time sufficient for the purpose ...
Page xiii
... took him in hand with a treatment which brought the little fellow into very close contact with nature . Among the odd remedies recurred to to aid my lameness , ' says Scott in his autobiography , ' some one had recommended that so often ...
... took him in hand with a treatment which brought the little fellow into very close contact with nature . Among the odd remedies recurred to to aid my lameness , ' says Scott in his autobiography , ' some one had recommended that so often ...
Page xvii
... took him into this region , his delight in the scenery and the people took precedence of his occupation with affairs , and long after he had forgotten the trivial errands in the interest of the law , he remembered the tales he had heard ...
... took him into this region , his delight in the scenery and the people took precedence of his occupation with affairs , and long after he had forgotten the trivial errands in the interest of the law , he remembered the tales he had heard ...
Page xxi
... took the money which he contributed from a fund with which he had intended buying Broadmeadows , a small estate on the northern bank of the Yarrow . He abandoned at the time this design , but the strong passion which could not fail to ...
... took the money which he contributed from a fund with which he had intended buying Broadmeadows , a small estate on the northern bank of the Yarrow . He abandoned at the time this design , but the strong passion which could not fail to ...
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Page 149 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, uncertain, coy, and hard to please, and variable as the shade by the light, quivering aspen made ; when pain and anguish wring the brow, a ministering angel thou...
Page 441 - Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. '"Tell me, thou bonny bird. When shall I marry me?' 'When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye.' '"Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?' — 'The grey-headed sexton, That delves the grave duly. "The glow-worm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.
Page 130 - Eske river where ford there was none ; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he entered...
Page 51 - IF thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild but to flout the ruins gray.
Page 51 - When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower ; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave; Then go — but go alone the while — Then view St David's ruined pile ; And, home returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair ! II.
Page 74 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
Page 57 - 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.
Page 74 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well...
Page 46 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by .an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry; For, well-a-day!
Page 177 - The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.