Narrative of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart.,Cadell, 1848 |
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6. oldal
... poet and novelist was re- ceiving them under his own roof , when his fame was at its acmé , and his fortune seemed culminating to about a cor- responding height - and the generous exuberance of his hilarity might have overflowed without ...
... poet and novelist was re- ceiving them under his own roof , when his fame was at its acmé , and his fortune seemed culminating to about a cor- responding height - and the generous exuberance of his hilarity might have overflowed without ...
7. oldal
... poet , leaning on his battlement , seemed to hang over the beauti- ful vision as if he had never seen it before . " If I live , " he exclaimed , " I will build me a higher tower , with a more spacious platform , and a staircase better ...
... poet , leaning on his battlement , seemed to hang over the beauti- ful vision as if he had never seen it before . " If I live , " he exclaimed , " I will build me a higher tower , with a more spacious platform , and a staircase better ...
50. oldal
... poet first sat , he proceeded to model the head as looking upwards , gravely and solemnly . The talk that passed , meantime , had amused and gratified both , and fortunately at parting , Chantrey requested that Scott would come and ...
... poet first sat , he proceeded to model the head as looking upwards , gravely and solemnly . The talk that passed , meantime , had amused and gratified both , and fortunately at parting , Chantrey requested that Scott would come and ...
51. oldal
... poet kissed his hand , he said to him— " I shall always reflect with pleasure on Sir Walter Scott's having been the first creation of my reign . " The Gazette announcing this was dated March 30 , 1820 ; and the Baronet , as soon ...
... poet kissed his hand , he said to him— " I shall always reflect with pleasure on Sir Walter Scott's having been the first creation of my reign . " The Gazette announcing this was dated March 30 , 1820 ; and the Baronet , as soon ...
52. oldal
... good cheer and amuse each other ; but the far greater proportion arrived from a dis- tance , for the sole sake of the Poet and Novelist himself , whose person they had never before seen , and whose 52 LIFE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT .
... good cheer and amuse each other ; but the far greater proportion arrived from a dis- tance , for the sole sake of the Poet and Novelist himself , whose person they had never before seen , and whose 52 LIFE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT .
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225. oldal - 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.
383. 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.
398. 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...
4. oldal - 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...
94. oldal - 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!
372. oldal - his own bitterness ; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy.
43. oldal - 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.
2. oldal - 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.
340. 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; 5 While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again.
330. 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, 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.