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Abbotsford Anne answer appearance beautiful believe called character coming complete consider Constable course dear death doubt Edinburgh effect excellent eyes feelings fortune give given hand happy head heard heart honor hope hour interest James John kind King Lady late least less letter lived Lockhart London look Lord manner March matter mean mind Miss morning nature never night novel observed occasion once party perhaps person pleasure poor present received respect scene Scotland seems seen side Sir Walter society soon sort spirit story suppose sure taken tell things thought tion told took turn walk WALTER SCOTT whole wish write written wrote young
Page 403 - I could not help thinking, in the midst of the glee, what gloom had lately been over the minds of three of the company.
Page 363 - ... scholar, I none ; he a musician and artist, I without knowledge of a note ; he a democrat, I an aristocrat — with many other points of difference; besides his being an Irishman, I a Scotchman, and both tolerably national. Yet there is a point of resemblance, and a strong one. We are both good-humoured fellows, who rather seek to enjoy what is going forward than to maintain our dignity as lions ; and we have both seen the world too widely and too well not to contemn in our souls the imaginary...
Page 430 - Bony may both go to the paper-maker, and I may take to smoking cigars and drinking grog, or turn devotee, and intoxicate the brain another way.
Page 37 - He was a man of middle age ; In aspect manly, grave, and sage, As on king's errand come; But in the glances of his eye, A penetrating, keen, and sly Expression found its home; The flash of that satiric rage, Which, bursting on the early stage, Branded the vices of the age, And broke the keys of Rome.
Page 415 - This warld's wealth when I think on, Its pride, and a' the lave o't ; Fie, fie on silly coward man, That he should be the slave o't.
Page 522 - Lear. My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy : how d°ost, 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 305 - O'Kelly; and he had produced, on the spur of the occasion, this modest parody of Dryden's famous epigram : — ' Three poets, of three different nations born, The United Kingdom in this age adorn,— Byron of England; Scott, of Scotia's blood; And Erin's pride, O'Kelly, great and good.
Page 176 - The hero is the celebrated Paul Jones, whom I well remember advancing above the island of Inchkeith with three small vessels to lay Leith under contribution. I remember my mother being alarmed with the drum, which she had heard all her life at eight o'clock, conceiving it to be the pirates who had landed. I never saw such a change as betwixt that time, 1779, in the military state of a city. Then Edinburgh had scarce three companies of men under arms; and latterly she furnished 5000, with complete...
Page 210 - ... expectation has gone on increasing. I do the same now. I anticipate what this plantation and that one will presently be, if only taken care of, and there is not a spot of which I do not watch the progress. Unlike building, or even painting, or indeed any other kind of pursuit, this has no end, and is never interrupted ; but goes on from day to day, and from year to year, with a perpetually augmenting interest.