The Miscellaneous Prose Works of Sir Walter Scott: Biographical memoirs of eminent novelistsBaudry's European Library, 1838 |
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... honour of that country with their own , they began to feel an interest in its early history , and to listen with ap- plause to the feats of its heroes . The legends of the Welsh , on these * This is no doubt quite consistent with modern ...
... honour of that country with their own , they began to feel an interest in its early history , and to listen with ap- plause to the feats of its heroes . The legends of the Welsh , on these * This is no doubt quite consistent with modern ...
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... honour to May , " Eighe ! God forbid , quod she , what , be ye mad ? Is that a widowe's life , so God you save ? It sate me wele better , aie in a cave To bide , and rede on holy saintis lives ; Let maidins gon to dance and young wives ...
... honour to May , " Eighe ! God forbid , quod she , what , be ye mad ? Is that a widowe's life , so God you save ? It sate me wele better , aie in a cave To bide , and rede on holy saintis lives ; Let maidins gon to dance and young wives ...
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... honour blent , And that bright sword , the sword of justice lent , Had stained with reproachful cruelty In guiltless blood of many an innocent : As for Grandtorto , him with treacherie And traines having surprised , he foully did to die ...
... honour blent , And that bright sword , the sword of justice lent , Had stained with reproachful cruelty In guiltless blood of many an innocent : As for Grandtorto , him with treacherie And traines having surprised , he foully did to die ...
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... note about the expression " hurly - burly , " which elegant phrase he does long quotation from Don Quixote , to verify the fact us the honour to deduce from Scotland . There is also a prodigious 54 POETICAL CRITICISM .
... note about the expression " hurly - burly , " which elegant phrase he does long quotation from Don Quixote , to verify the fact us the honour to deduce from Scotland . There is also a prodigious 54 POETICAL CRITICISM .
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... honour spoke the affected jargon called Euphuism . This society met in the Hôtel de Rambouillet , under the protection of the marchioness , its mistress . There were amongst them several persons of real wit and talent , a circumstance ...
... honour spoke the affected jargon called Euphuism . This society met in the Hôtel de Rambouillet , under the protection of the marchioness , its mistress . There were amongst them several persons of real wit and talent , a circumstance ...
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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!