LIFE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT |
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... Perthshire Highlands . It is remarkable that the scene of almost all his Highland novels , certainly of his best ones - of Waverley , of Rob Roy , the Legend of Montrose , and of The Fair Maid of Perth ( not to speak of The Lady of the ...
... Perthshire Highlands . It is remarkable that the scene of almost all his Highland novels , certainly of his best ones - of Waverley , of Rob Roy , the Legend of Montrose , and of The Fair Maid of Perth ( not to speak of The Lady of the ...
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... Perthshire were all delightful : it he visited in his fresh boyhood , his heart beating with enthusiasm , his brow throbbing with inspiration , — ' with hope , ' as Lamb says of Coleridge , ' rising before him like a fiery column , the ...
... Perthshire were all delightful : it he visited in his fresh boyhood , his heart beating with enthusiasm , his brow throbbing with inspiration , — ' with hope , ' as Lamb says of Coleridge , ' rising before him like a fiery column , the ...
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... Perthshire with Invernahyle , or ' making himself ' with Shortreed among the tra- ditionary wilds of Liddesdale . He illustrated the battles he read of by arranging shells , seeds , and pebbles to represent the movements of encounter ...
... Perthshire with Invernahyle , or ' making himself ' with Shortreed among the tra- ditionary wilds of Liddesdale . He illustrated the battles he read of by arranging shells , seeds , and pebbles to represent the movements of encounter ...
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... Perthshire to Edinburgh by the news of Blair's death . village of Comrie , two brother of ours , were playing on the street . They caught a glimpse of him in his carriage , and the one said to the other , ' That's a dying man ! ' The ...
... Perthshire to Edinburgh by the news of Blair's death . village of Comrie , two brother of ours , were playing on the street . They caught a glimpse of him in his carriage , and the one said to the other , ' That's a dying man ! ' The ...
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... Perthshire , which at first had appeared a blue outline on the horizon , but now swelled into gigantic masses which frowned defiance on the more level country , ' Scott goes on with unmitigated energy and unwearying interest . The ...
... Perthshire , which at first had appeared a blue outline on the horizon , but now swelled into gigantic masses which frowned defiance on the more level country , ' Scott goes on with unmitigated energy and unwearying interest . The ...
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Стр. 123 - Hath rent a strange and shatter'd way Through the rude bosom of the hill, And that each naked precipice, Sable ravine, and dark abyss, Tells of the outrage still. The wildest glen, but this, can show Some touch of Nature's genial glow ; On high...
Стр. 11 - Duncan, who had not patience to have a sober chat interrupted by my shouting forth this ditty. Methinks I now see his tall thin emaciated figure, his legs cased in clasped gambadoes, and his face of a length that would have rivalled the Knight of La Mancha's, and hear him exclaiming, " One may as well speak in the mouth of a cannon as where that child is.
Стр. 372 - When Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came, Her fathers' God before her moved, An awful guide in smoke and flame. By day, along the astonished lands, The cloudy pillar glided slow ; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow.
Стр. 154 - 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 look along the plain I see Tweed's silver current glide, i And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruin'd pride.
Стр. 2 - In [April 1758] my father married Anne Rutherford, eldest daughter of Dr John Rutherford, professor of medicine in the University of Edinburgh. He was one of...
Стр. 83 - tis no laughing matter; little by little, whatever your wishes may be, you will destroy and undermine, until nothing of what makes Scotland Scotland shall remain.
Стр. 340 - It can be said of him, When he departed, he took a Man's life along with him. No sounder piece of British manhood was put together in that eighteenth century of Time. Alas, his fine Scotch face, with its shaggy honesty, sagacity and goodness, when we saw it latterly on the Edinburgh streets, was all worn with care, the joy all fled from it;—ploughed deep with labour and sorrow. We shall never forget it; we shall never see it again. Adieu,' Sir Walter, pride of all Scotchmen, take our proud and...
Стр. 197 - On descending, he was to be found seated with all his dogs and ours about him, under a spreading ash that overshadowed half the bank between the cottage and the brook, pointing the edge of his woodman's...
Стр. 254 - ... to throw away life as a child does a broken toy. I am sure I know one who has often felt so. O God ! what are we ? — Lords of nature ? — Why, a tile drops from a house-top, which an elephant would not feel more than the fall of a sheet of paste-board, and there lies his lordship. Or something of inconceivably minute origin — the pressure of a bone, or the inflammation of a particle of the brain — takes place, and the emblem of the Deity destroys himself or some one else.
Стр. 17 - He has the most extraordinary genius of a boy I ever saw. He was reading a poem to his mother when I went in. I made him read on : it was the description of a shipwreck. His passion rose with the storm. He lifted his eyes and hands. 'There's the mast gone,' says he; 'crash it goes ! — they will all perish ! ' After his agitation, he turns to me. 'That is too melancholy,' says he; 'I had better read you something more amusing.