Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, Том 1Robert Cadell, Edinburgh. John Murray and Whittaker and Company, London., 1837 - 486 страница |
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... verses himself which had gained him great applause among his messmates . Witness the following elegy upon the supposed loss of the vessel , composed the night before Rodney's celebrated battle of April the 12th , 1782 . It alludes to ...
... verses himself which had gained him great applause among his messmates . Witness the following elegy upon the supposed loss of the vessel , composed the night before Rodney's celebrated battle of April the 12th , 1782 . It alludes to ...
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... verse . I had by this time mastered , in some degree , the difficulties of the lan- guage , and began to be sensible of its beauties . This was really gathering grapes from thistles ; nor shall I soon forget the swelling of my little ...
... verse . I had by this time mastered , in some degree , the difficulties of the lan- guage , and began to be sensible of its beauties . This was really gathering grapes from thistles ; nor shall I soon forget the swelling of my little ...
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... verses pleased me , the quantity of Spenser's stanzas which I could repeat was really marvellous . But this memory of mine was a very fickle ally , and has through my whole life acted merely upon its own capricious motion , and might ...
... verses pleased me , the quantity of Spenser's stanzas which I could repeat was really marvellous . But this memory of mine was a very fickle ally , and has through my whole life acted merely upon its own capricious motion , and might ...
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... verses that fell into the poet's hand . How continually * His family well remember the delight which he expressed on receiving , in 1818 , a copy of this first edition , a small dark quarto of 1688 , from his friend Constable . He was ...
... verses that fell into the poet's hand . How continually * His family well remember the delight which he expressed on receiving , in 1818 , a copy of this first edition , a small dark quarto of 1688 , from his friend Constable . He was ...
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... verses addressed to the original by his kinsman Walter Scott of Harden , are given in one of the Notes to Marmion . The old gentleman himself is said to have written verses occasionally , both English and Latin ; but I never heard more ...
... verses addressed to the original by his kinsman Walter Scott of Harden , are given in one of the Notes to Marmion . The old gentleman himself is said to have written verses occasionally , both English and Latin ; but I never heard more ...
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Страница 138 - There was a strong expression of sense and shrewdness in all his lineaments ; the eye alone, I think, indicated the poetical character and temperament. It was large, and of a dark cast, which glowed (I say literally glowed) when he spoke with feeling or interest. I never saw such another eye in a human head, though I have seen the most distinguished men of my time.
Страница 50 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a; A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Страница 136 - Ferguson's, where there were several gentlemen of literary reputation, among whom I remember the celebrated Mr. Dugald Stewart. Of course, we youngsters sat silent, looked and listened.
Страница 135 - THE dews of summer night did fall, The moon (sweet Regent of the sky!) Silvered the walls of Cumnor Hall And many an oak that grew thereby.
Страница 18 - The local information, which I conceive had some share in forming my future taste and pursuits, I derived from the old songs and tales which then formed the amusement of a retired country family.
Страница 87 - 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 I' After his agitation, he turns to me. ' That is too melancholy,' says he; 'I had better read you something more amusing.
Страница 35 - These studies were totally unregulated and undirected. My tutor thought it almost a sin to open a profane play or poem; and my mother, besides that she might be in some degree trammelled by the religious scruples which he suggested, had no longer the opportunity to .hear me read poetry as formerly.
Страница 81 - And well the lonely infant knew Recesses where the wall-flower grew, And honeysuckle loved to crawl Up the low crag and ruined wall. I deemed such nooks the sweetest shade The sun in all its round surveyed; And still I thought that shattered tower The mightiest work of human power...
Страница 275 - O, WHO rides by night thro' the woodland so wild ? It is the fond father embracing his child; And close the boy nestles within his loved arm, To hold himself fast, and to keep himself warm. 'O father, see yonder! see yonder!' he says ; ' My boy, upon what dost thou fearfully gaze?' ' O, 'tis the Erl-King with his crown and his shroud.' ' No, my son, it is but a dark wreath of the cloud.
Страница 198 - ... and, moreover, with considerable libations of whisky-punch, manufactured in a certain wooden vessel, resembling a very small milkpail, which he called ' Wisdom,' because it ' made ' only a few spoonfuls of spirits, — though he had the art of replenishing it so adroitly, that it had been celebrated for fifty years as more fatal to sobriety than any bowl in the parish. Having done due honour to ' Wisdom,' they again mounted, and proceeded over moss and moor to some other equally hospitable master...