The Miscellaneous Prose Works of Sir Walter Scott: Biographical memoirs of eminent novelistsBaudry's European Library, 1838 |
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... favour of the former , that he was of an ancient family , and Carr an upstart , " p . 366. This is a mistake . Carr , or Ker , Earl of Somerset , was the third son of Sir Thomas Ker of Fairnyhirst , the chief of a very ancient and ...
... favour of the former , that he was of an ancient family , and Carr an upstart , " p . 366. This is a mistake . Carr , or Ker , Earl of Somerset , was the third son of Sir Thomas Ker of Fairnyhirst , the chief of a very ancient and ...
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... favour , have been always under- stood to refer to his own disappointments . " Full little knowest thou , that hast not tried , What hell it is , in suing long to bide : To lose good days , that might be better spent ; To waste long ...
... favour , have been always under- stood to refer to his own disappointments . " Full little knowest thou , that hast not tried , What hell it is , in suing long to bide : To lose good days , that might be better spent ; To waste long ...
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... favour , are plainly pointed out in the subsequent events . But no commentator has noticed the beautiful insinuation by which the poet points out the error of his friend , and of his friend's wife . Timias finds Amoret in the arms of ...
... favour , are plainly pointed out in the subsequent events . But no commentator has noticed the beautiful insinuation by which the poet points out the error of his friend , and of his friend's wife . Timias finds Amoret in the arms of ...
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... favour ; but it was not until 1659 , that he commenced the honourable satirical war with folly and affectation which he waged for so many years . It was then that he produced " Les Précieuses Ridicules . " To understand the purpose of ...
... favour ; but it was not until 1659 , that he commenced the honourable satirical war with folly and affectation which he waged for so many years . It was then that he produced " Les Précieuses Ridicules . " To understand the purpose of ...
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... favour of the King , who then allowed Molière's company to take the title of " Comediens du Roi , " and be- stowed on them a pension of seven thousand livres , thereby showing how little he was influenced by the clamours of the poet's ...
... favour of the King , who then allowed Molière's company to take the title of " Comediens du Roi , " and be- stowed on them a pension of seven thousand livres , thereby showing how little he was influenced by the clamours of the poet's ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 160 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Seite 449 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
Seite 234 - Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand : Why dost thou lash that whore ? strip thine own back ; Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind, For which thou whipp'st her.
Seite 120 - Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met, or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Seite 155 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count — I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote ; At last men came to set me free...
Seite 217 - Or, would'st thou lose thyself, and catch no harm ? And find thyself again without a charm ? Would'st read thyself, and read thou know'st not what, And yet know whether thou art blest or not, By reading the same lines ? O, then, come hither ; And lay my book, thy head and heart together.
Seite 449 - ... crash And merciless ravage: and the shady nook Of hazels, and the green and mossy bower, Deformed and sullied, patiently gave up Their quiet being: and unless I now Confound my present feelings with the past...
Seite 276 - It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, ""Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Seite 162 - And even since, and now, fair Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature (') can decree ; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste ; More rich than other climes' fertility ; Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
Seite 164 - Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!