Narrative of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart.,Cadell, 1848 |
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... feelings , and habits of their children . Lord Sidmouth's letter happened to reach him a few months after he had heard of the sudden death of Charles Car- penter , who had bequeathed the reversion of his fortune to his sister's family ...
... feelings , and habits of their children . Lord Sidmouth's letter happened to reach him a few months after he had heard of the sudden death of Charles Car- penter , who had bequeathed the reversion of his fortune to his sister's family ...
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... feeling . He seldom , in those days , entered his box without receiving some mark of general respect and admiration ; but I never heard of any pretext being laid hold of to connect these demonstrations with the piece he had come to ...
... feeling . He seldom , in those days , entered his box without receiving some mark of general respect and admiration ; but I never heard of any pretext being laid hold of to connect these demonstrations with the piece he had come to ...
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... feeling that it might very probably be my last . Within a few days he heard tidings , perhaps as heavy as ever reached him . His ever steadfast friend , to whom he looked up , moreover , with the feelings of the true old bor- der ...
... feeling that it might very probably be my last . Within a few days he heard tidings , perhaps as heavy as ever reached him . His ever steadfast friend , to whom he looked up , moreover , with the feelings of the true old bor- der ...
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... Feeling , however , was persuaded with some difficulty to resign his steed for the present to his faithful negro follower , and to join Lady Scott in the sociable , until we should reach the ground of our battue . Laidlaw , on a long ...
... Feeling , however , was persuaded with some difficulty to resign his steed for the present to his faithful negro follower , and to join Lady Scott in the sociable , until we should reach the ground of our battue . Laidlaw , on a long ...
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... Feeling resumed his pony , and all ascended the mountain , duly marshalled at proper distances , so as to beat in a broad line over the heather , Sir Walter directing the movement from the right wing - towards Blackandro . Davy , next ...
... Feeling resumed his pony , and all ascended the mountain , duly marshalled at proper distances , so as to beat in a broad line over the heather , Sir Walter directing the movement from the right wing - towards Blackandro . Davy , next ...
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Page 225 - My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy ? art cold ? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee.
Page 383 - 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.
Page 398 - 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. By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, Though none should guide my feeble way ; Still feel the breeze down Ettrick break, Although it chill my withered cheek ; Still lay my head by Teviot stone, Though there, forgotten...
Page 4 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps "Dundee's" wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive "Martyrs...
Page 94 - Come on, sir. Now you set your foot on shore In Novo Orbe, here's the rich Peru: And there within, sir, are the golden mines, Great Solomon's Ophir!
Page 372 - his own bitterness ; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy.
Page 43 - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Page 2 - I lie simmering over things for an hour or so before I get up, and there's the time I am dressing to overhaul my half-sleeping, half-waking projet de chapitre ; and when I get the paper before me, it commonly runs off pretty easily. Besides, I often take a doze in the plantations, and while Tom marks out a dike or a drain as I have directed, one's fancy may be running its ain riggs in some other world.
Page 340 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height: Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight; 5 While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again.
Page 330 - It strange, dear author, yet it true is, That, down from Pharamond to Louis, All covet life, yet call it pain: All feel the ill, yet shun the cure: Can sense this paradox endure? Resolve me, Cambray, or Fontaine. The man in graver tragic known (Though his best part long since was done) Still on the stage desires to tarry: And he who play'd the Harlequin, After the jest still loads the scene Unwilling to retire, though weary.