English Men of Letters: Scott by Richard H. Hutton, 1899. Robert Burns, by Principal Shairp, new ed. 1895; Coleridge, by H.D. Traill, 1898Macmillan and Company, 1899 |
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... whole capital in hand . This speculation , however , prospered . A few days later Robert Scott displayed the qualities of the hunter to such admirable effect with John Scott of Harden's hounds , that he sold the horse for double the ...
... whole capital in hand . This speculation , however , prospered . A few days later Robert Scott displayed the qualities of the hunter to such admirable effect with John Scott of Harden's hounds , that he sold the horse for double the ...
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... whole bead - roll of cousins merely for the pleasure of being at their funerals , which he was often asked to superintend , and I suspect had sometimes to pay for . He carried me with him as often as he could to these mortuary ...
... whole bead - roll of cousins merely for the pleasure of being at their funerals , which he was often asked to superintend , and I suspect had sometimes to pay for . He carried me with him as often as he could to these mortuary ...
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... whole party , rather than yield to any one . " No doubt , too , in that day of what he himself described as " the silly smart fancies that ran in my brain like the bubbles in a glass of champagne , as brilliant to my thinking , as ...
... whole party , rather than yield to any one . " No doubt , too , in that day of what he himself described as " the silly smart fancies that ran in my brain like the bubbles in a glass of champagne , as brilliant to my thinking , as ...
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... whole life , on which his imaginative nature was con- tinually fed - I may as well give it . " He had taken , " says Mr. Lockhart , " for that winter [ 1827 ] , the house No. 6 , Shandwick Place , which he occupied by the month during ...
... whole life , on which his imaginative nature was con- tinually fed - I may as well give it . " He had taken , " says Mr. Lockhart , " for that winter [ 1827 ] , the house No. 6 , Shandwick Place , which he occupied by the month during ...
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... whole night . grave gives up its dead , and to add to my perplexities . I don't care . I begin to grow case - hardened , and like a stag turning at bay , my naturally good temper grows fierce and dangerous . Yet what a romance to tell ...
... whole night . grave gives up its dead , and to add to my perplexities . I don't care . I begin to grow case - hardened , and like a stag turning at bay , my naturally good temper grows fierce and dangerous . Yet what a romance to tell ...
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Стр. 43 - The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines...
Стр. 85 - And mony a hill between ; But, day and night, my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Стр. 79 - A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear— 0 Lady!
Стр. 163 - Wi" thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, The brightest jewel in my crown Wad be my queen, wad be my queen.
Стр. 99 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi...
Стр. 43 - On awaking he appeared to himself to have a distinct recollection of the whole, and taking his pen, ink, and paper, instantly and eagerly wrote down the lines that are here preserved. At this moment he was unfortunately called out by a person on business from Porlock...
Стр. 125 - Had we never loved so kindly, ' Had we never loved so blindly, ' Never met or never parted, ' We had ne'er been broken•hearted.
Стр. 91 - That young lady had a talent for describing the involvements and feelings and characters of ordinary life, which is to me the most wonderful I ever met with. The Big Bow-wow strain I can do myself like any now going ; but the exquisite touch, which renders ordinary commonplace things and characters interesting, from the truth of the description and the sentiment, is denied to me.
Стр. 81 - There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness : For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.
Стр. 208 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the day-spring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! — How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula), to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of Jamblichus, or Plotinus...