Memoirs of Sir Walter Scott: 1830-1832

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A. and C. Black, 1882

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Стр. 67 - Tis not in mortals to command success, But we'll do more, Sempronius; we'll deserve it.
Стр. 221 - his own bitterness ; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy.
Стр. 105 - ... the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptred king or laurelled conqueror knows, Follow this wondrous potentate. Be true, Ye...
Стр. 220 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ...
Стр. 105 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and vet again.
Стр. 43 - But I will punish home: No, I will weep no more. In such a night To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure. In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril! Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all O, that way madness lies; let me shun that; No more of that.
Стр. 100 - Tis hard - I weep - you see I do. Must you, my friends, no longer stay? Thus quickly all my pleasures end; But I'll remember when I pray, My kind physician and his friend; And those sad hours, you deign to spend With me, I shall requite them all; Sir Eustace for his friends shall send, And thank their love at Greyling Hall.
Стр. 174 - Borthwickbrae had done in the August before. His impatience redoubled : all his fine dreams of recovery seemed to vanish at once — " Alas for Goethe!" he exclaimed: " but he at least died at home — Let us to Abbotsford.
Стр. 18 - That Sir Walter Scott be requested to accept of his furniture, plate, linens, paintings, library, and curiosities of every description, as the best means the creditors have of expressing their very high sense of his most honourable conduct, and in grateful acknowledgment for the unparalleled and most successful exertions he has made, and continues to make, for them.
Стр. 37 - Fortune, my Foe, why dost thou frown on me ? And will my Fortune never better be ? "Wilt thou, I say, for ever breed my pain ? And wilt thou ne'er return my joys again ? ' * •' No — let my ditty be henceforth — ' Fortune, my Friend, how well thou favourest me ! A kinder Fortune man did never see ! Thou propp'st my thigh, thou ridd'st my knee of pain, 1*11 walk, I'll mount — I'll be a man again.

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