Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Том 3Houghton, Mifflin, 1901 |
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18TH HUSSARS Abbotsford acquaintance Adam Ferguson affectionate amusement appeared Bailie beautiful believe Blackwood bookseller Bowhill brother Byron called Captain Castle character Charles Constable Cornet Darnick DEAR LORD DEAR TERRY death delightful dinner DITTON PARK doubt Duke of Buccleuch Edinburgh favor feelings genius give Grace Guy Mannering hand heard honor hope humor HUSSARS interest James Ballantyne Jedediah Cleishbotham Joanna Baillie John Ballantyne Kaeside kind labor Lady Laidlaw Laird Landlord late letter literary London look Lord Byron Melrose mind MORRITT Murray never novel occasion Old Mortality person pleasure poor Pray present Prince received Regalia respect Rob Roy scene Scotch Scotland Scottish seemed Selkirk Selkirkshire Sir Walter spirit story Street sure thing thought tion told Tom Purdie truly WALTER SCOTT Waverley wish write young
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Сторінка 369 - Condemn'd to Hope's delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blasts, or slow decline, Our social comforts drop away.
Сторінка 419 - Scott looked round, and I rather think there was a blush as well as a smile upon his face, when he perceived a little black pig frisking about his pony, and evidently a self-elected addition to the party of the day. He tried to look stern, and cracked his whip at the creature, but was in a moment obliged to join in the general cheers. Poor piggy soon found a strap round...
Сторінка 171 - THE sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill In Ettrick's vale is sinking sweet ; The westland wind is hush and still, The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the landscape to mine eye Bears those bright hues that once it bore. Though evening with her richest dye Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. With listless...
Сторінка 413 - Give no more to every guest, Than he's able to digest; Give him always of the prime; And but little at a time. Carve to all but just enough: Let them neither starve nor stuff: And, that you may have your due, Let your neighbours carve for you.
Сторінка 421 - So passed the winter's day; but still, When summer smiled on sweet Bowhill, And July's eve, with balmy breath, Waved the blue-bells on Newark heath...
Сторінка 295 - ... account of the superior rapidity of his pen ; and also because John kept his pen to the paper without interruption, and, though with many an arch twinkle in his eyes, and now and then an audible smack of his lips, had resolution to work on like a well-trained clerk ; whereas good Laidlaw entered with such keen zest into the interest of the story as it flowed from the author's lips, that he could not suppress exclamations of surprise and delight— " Gude keep us a'! — the like o
Сторінка 311 - These remained rooted where they had ever been ; or, to speak more explicitly, he remembered the general facts of the existence of the father and mother, of the son and daughter, of the rival lovers, of the compulsory marriage, and the attack made by the bride upon the hapless bridegroom, with the general catastrophe of the whole. All these things he recollected, just as he did before he took to his bed ; but he literally recollected nothing else : — not a single character woven by the romancer,...
Сторінка 420 - This pig had taken, nobody could tell how, a most sentimental attachment to Scott, and was constantly urging its pretensions to be admitted a regular member of his tail along with the greyhounds and terriers ; but, indeed, I remember him suffering another summer under the same sort of pertinacity on the part of an affectionate hen.
Сторінка 211 - When the cloth was drawn, the burly praeses arose, with all he could muster of the port of John Kemble, and spouted with a sonorous voice the formula of Macbeth, ' Fill full! I drink to the general joy of the whole table! ' This was followed by
Сторінка 27 - Liberalism ; but it appeared to me that the pleasure it afforded him, as a vehicle for displaying his wit and satire against individuals in office, was at the bottom of this habit of thinking, rather than any real conviction of the political principles on which he talked. He was certainly proud of his rank and ancient family, and, in that respect, as much an aristocrat as was consistent with good sense and good breeding. Some disgusts, how adopted I know not, seemed to me to have given this peculiar...