Memoirs of Sir Walter Scott: 1771-1797A. and C. Black, 1882 |
Інші видання - Показати все
Загальні терміни та фрази
Abbotsford acquaintance admiration affectionate afterwards alluded amusement ancient appears attended aunt ballads beautiful believe brother called Captain Carlisle Castle character Colonel Grogg connexion copy Court Court of Session dear delight doubt Dugald Stewart early Edinburgh excursion father favour favourite feelings Fergusson gentleman George's Square Gilsland habits Harden heard Highland honour hour Irving J. G. LOCKHART James Jedburgh John John Irving Kelso lady Laird letter Liddesdale literary Lord manner master Meigle Memoir ment Miss moss-trooper mother never Newmains occasion party period person Perthshire pleasure poet poetry poor present Raeburn recollection Redgauntlet remember residence Robert Scott romantic Rosebank Roxburghshire Rutherford Sandy-Knowe says scene Scotland Scots Law Shortreed Sir Walter Sir Walter Scott society soon story tell thing thought tion told uncle venerable verses Walter Scott William Clerk writing young youth
Популярні уривки
Сторінка 184 - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along: The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot; Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost; Each blank, in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied; And, while his harp responsive rung, 'Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung.
Сторінка 111 - Thus while I ape the measure wild Of tales that charm'd me yet a child, Rude though they be, still with the chime Return the thoughts of early time ; And feelings, roused in life's first day, Glow in the line, and prompt the lay.
Сторінка 112 - Of witches' spells, of warriors' arms; Of patriot battles won of old By Wallace wight and Bruce the bold ; Of later fields of feud and fight, When pouring from the Highland height, The Scottish clans, in headlong sway, Had swept the scarlet ranks away.
Сторінка 51 - No, sir," answered the old Borderer, " I have no command of my memory. It only retains what hits my fancy, and probably, sir, if you were to preach to me for two hours, I would not be able when you finished to remember a word you had been saying.
Сторінка 378 - O, WHO rides by night thro' the woodland so wild ? It is the fond father embracing his child; And close the boy nestles within his loved arm, To hold himself fast, and to keep himself warm. 'O father, see yonder! see yonder!' he says ; ' My boy, upon what dost thou fearfully gaze?' ' O, 'tis the Erl-King with his crown and his shroud.' ' No, my son, it is but a dark wreath of the cloud.
Сторінка 186 - Scotch school ; that is, none of your modern agriculturists, who keep labourers for their drudgery, but the douce gudeman who held his own plough. There was a strong expression of sense and shrewdness in all his lineaments : the eye alone, I think, indicated the poetical character and temperament. It was large, and of a cast which glowed (I say literally glowed) when he spoke with feeling or interest. I never saw such another eye in a human head, though I have seen the most distinguished men of my...
Сторінка 269 - sic an endless fund o' humour and drollery as he then had wi' him ! Never ten yards but we were either laughing or roaring and singing. Wherever we stopped, how brawlie he suited himsel' to everybody ! He aye did as the lave did ; never made himsel' the great man, or took ony airs in the company. I've seen him in a...
Сторінка 70 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a; A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Сторінка 267 - out-by the edge of the doorcheek," whispered, "Weel, Robin, I say, de'il hae me if I's be a bit feared for him now ; he's just a chield like ourselves, I think.
Сторінка 337 - REBELLING, as usual, against circumstances, Scott seems to have turned with renewed ardour to his literary pursuits; and in that same October, 1796, he was " prevailed on," as he playfully expresses it, "by the request of friends, to indulge his own vanity, by publishing the translation of Lenore, with that of the Wild Huntsman, also from Burger, in a thin quarto.