Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, 10. kötetRobert Cadell, 1839 |
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18. oldal
... sure that I am quite myself in all things ; but I am sure that in one point there is no change . I mean , that I foresee distinctly that if I were to be idle I should go mad . In comparison to this , death is no risk to shrink from ...
... sure that I am quite myself in all things ; but I am sure that in one point there is no change . I mean , that I foresee distinctly that if I were to be idle I should go mad . In comparison to this , death is no risk to shrink from ...
26. oldal
... sure of dying handsomely ; and Cadell's calculations might be sufficiently firm , though the author of Waverley had pulled on his last nightcap . Nay , they might be even more trust - worthy , if re- mains and memoirs , and such like ...
... sure of dying handsomely ; and Cadell's calculations might be sufficiently firm , though the author of Waverley had pulled on his last nightcap . Nay , they might be even more trust - worthy , if re- mains and memoirs , and such like ...
39. oldal
... sure to tempt some ludicrous twisting of words . A little after this time he dictated a reviewal ( never published ) of a book called Robson's British Herald ; and in mentioning it to me , he says " I have given Laidlaw a long spell to ...
... sure to tempt some ludicrous twisting of words . A little after this time he dictated a reviewal ( never published ) of a book called Robson's British Herald ; and in mentioning it to me , he says " I have given Laidlaw a long spell to ...
41. oldal
... sure to be rebuked . At the beginning of March , he was anew roused about political affairs ; and bestowed four days on drawing up an address against the Reform Bill , which he designed to be adopted by the Freeholders of the Forest ...
... sure to be rebuked . At the beginning of March , he was anew roused about political affairs ; and bestowed four days on drawing up an address against the Reform Bill , which he designed to be adopted by the Freeholders of the Forest ...
55. oldal
... sure when I can get admis- sion . I shall be inclined to include Webster , who , I think , is one of the best of our ancient dramatists ; if you will have the kindness to tell the bookseller to send it to Whittaker , under cover to me ...
... sure when I can get admis- sion . I shall be inclined to include Webster , who , I think , is one of the best of our ancient dramatists ; if you will have the kindness to tell the bookseller to send it to Whittaker , under cover to me ...
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218. oldal - Sir Walter breathed his last, in the presence of all his children. It was a beautiful day, — so warm that every window was wide open, — and so perfectly still that the sound of all others most delicious to his ear, the gentle ripple of the Tweed over its pebbles, was distinctly audible as we knelt around the bed, and his eldest son kissed and closed his eyes.
239. oldal - 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.
221. oldal - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ...
106. oldal - 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 ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again.
118. oldal - THIS HUMBLE INDIVIDUAL PRACTISED IN REAL LIFE THE VIRTUES WITH WHICH FICTION HAS INVESTED THE IMAGINARY CHARACTER OF JEANIE DEANS; REFUSING THE SLIGHTEST DEPARTURE FROM VERACITY, EVEN TO SAVE THE LIFE OF A SISTER, SHE NEVERTHELESS SHOWED HER KINDNESS AND FORTITUDE, IN RESCUING HER FROM THE SEVERITY OF THE LAW AT THE EXPENSE OF PERSONAL EXERTIONS WHICH THE TIME RENDERED AS DIFFICULT AS THE MOTIVE WAS LAUDABLE. RESPECT THE GRAVE OF POVERTY WHEN COMBINED WITH LOVE OF TRUTH AND DEAR AFFECTION.
217. oldal - I may have but a minute to speak to you. 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.' — He paused, and I said — ' Shall I send for Sophia and Anne ? ' — ' No,' said he,
222. oldal - his own bitterness ; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy.
257. oldal - 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...
44. oldal - But I will punish home: No, I will weep no more. In such a night To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure. In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril! Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all O, that way madness lies; let me shun that; No more of that.
82. oldal - 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 l or Fontaine.