Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, Том 1

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Robert Cadell, Edinburgh. John Murray and Whittaker and Company, London., 1837 - 1365 стор.
 

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Сторінка 136 - 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 dark 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 time.
Сторінка 134 - I may truly say, Virgilium vidi tantum. I was a lad of fifteen in 1786-7, 20 when he came first to Edinburgh, but had sense and feeling enough to be much interested in his poetry, and would have given the world to know him : but I had very little acquaintance with any literary people, and still less with the gentry of the west country, the two sets that he most frequented. Mr.
Сторінка 50 - 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 133 - THE dews of summer night did fall, The moon (sweet Regent of the sky!) Silvered the walls of Cumnor Hall And many an oak that grew thereby.
Сторінка 210 - I was only nineteen or twenty years old when I happened to pass a night in this magnificent old baronial castle. The hoary old pile contains much in its appearance, and in the traditions connected with it, impressive to the imagination. It was the scene of the murder of a Scottish king of great antiquity ; not indeed the gracious Duncan, with whom the name naturally associates it, but Malcolm II.
Сторінка 194 - He was makin' himsell a' the time,' said Mr. Shortreed ; ' but he didna ken maybe what he was about till years had passed : at first he thought o' little, I dare say, but the queerness and the fun.
Сторінка 273 - Be still, my heart's darling — my child, be at ease; It was but the wild blast as it sung thro' the trees.' ERL-KING 'O, wilt thou go with me, thou loveliest boy? My daughter shall tend thee with care and with joy; She shall bear thee so lightly thro' wet and thro' wild, And press thee and kiss thee and sing to my child.
Сторінка 81 - Down from that strength had spurred their horse, Their southern rapine to renew Far in the distant Cheviots blue, And home returning, filled the hall With revel, wassail-rout, and brawl. Methought that still with trump and clang The gateway's broken arches rang; Methought grim features, seamed with scars, Glared through the windows...
Сторінка 15 - ... being chased about the room, was apprehended, and consigned to my dormitory with some difficulty. It was the last time I was to show such personal agility. In the morning I was discovered to be affected with the fever which often accompanies the cutting of large teeth. It held me three days. On the fourth, when they went to bathe me as usual, they discovered that I had lost the power of my right leg.
Сторінка 210 - Castle. associates itself, but Malcolm II. It contains also a curious monument of the peril of feudal times, being a secret chamber, the entrance of which, by the law or custom of the family, must only be known to three persons at once, namely, the Earl of Strathmore, his heir-apparent, and any third person whom they may take into their confidence. The extreme antiquity of the building is vouched by the thickness of the walls, and the wild straggling arrangement of the accommodation within doors....

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