The Prose Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart: Biographical memoirs of eminent novelistsR.Cadell, 1834 |
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... a combination of minutely traced events , with an ample commentary on each , were thought neces- sary by Richardson to excite and prepare the mind of the reader for the affecting scenes which he has HENRY MACKENZIE . 9.
... a combination of minutely traced events , with an ample commentary on each , were thought neces- sary by Richardson to excite and prepare the mind of the reader for the affecting scenes which he has HENRY MACKENZIE . 9.
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... thought and expression is remarkable in the former , as an extravagant , burlesque , and ludicrous strain of conception and language cha- racterises the latter . The celebrated passage , where the tear of the recording Angel blots the ...
... thought and expression is remarkable in the former , as an extravagant , burlesque , and ludicrous strain of conception and language cha- racterises the latter . The celebrated passage , where the tear of the recording Angel blots the ...
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... thought too great a genius to study . She had a great taste for music , and a correct ear , but never applied to it with sufficient steadiness to ensure success . But however she might be inferior to others in some points , she was far ...
... thought too great a genius to study . She had a great taste for music , and a correct ear , but never applied to it with sufficient steadiness to ensure success . But however she might be inferior to others in some points , she was far ...
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... thought should be exclusively dedicated to do- mestic occupations ; he had a quiet petulant way of speaking , and a pair of keen black eyes , which , darting from under his bushy black eyebrows the most inquisitive glances , always ...
... thought should be exclusively dedicated to do- mestic occupations ; he had a quiet petulant way of speaking , and a pair of keen black eyes , which , darting from under his bushy black eyebrows the most inquisitive glances , always ...
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... thoughts and feelings were expressed in some of those little poems , which she has since called sonnets : but so far were they from being intended for the public eye , that her most intimate friends never saw them till many years ...
... thoughts and feelings were expressed in some of those little poems , which she has since called sonnets : but so far were they from being intended for the public eye , that her most intimate friends never saw them till many years ...
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Էջ 373 - Clarens ! sweet Clarens, birthplace of deep Love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought ; Thy trees take root in Love ; the snows above The very Glaciers have his colours caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly...
Էջ 384 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me ; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee, — Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, — nor cried aloud In worship of an echo ; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such ; I stood Among them, but not of them ; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could, Had I not filed W my mind, which thus itself subdued.
Էջ 228 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Էջ 243 - TIME rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore Who danced our infancy upon their knee, And told our marvelling boyhood legends store, Of their strange ventures happ'd by land or sea, How are they blotted from the things that be ! How few, all weak and withered of their force, Wait, on the verge of dark eternity, Like stranded wrecks, the tide returning hoarse, To sweep them from our sight! Time rolls his ceaseless course.
Էջ 224 - WHEREVER .God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there...
Էջ 276 - At his first coming on board us, he had so much forgot his language, for want of use, that we could scarce understand him, for he seemed to speak his words by halves.
Էջ 375 - For then he was inspired, and from him came, As from the Pythian's mystic cave of yore, Those oracles which set the world in flame, Nor ceased to burn till kingdoms were no more...
Էջ 377 - O'er the sea And from the mountains where I now respire, Fain would I waft such blessing upon thee, As, with a sigh, I deem thou might'st have been to me.
Էջ 227 - If one severe law were made and punctually executed, that whoever was found at a conventicle should be banished th'e nation and the preacher be hanged, we should soon see an end of the tale. They would all come to church, and one age would make us all one again.
Էջ 338 - Harold, nor any of the most beautiful of Byron's earlier tales, contain more exquisite morsels of poetry than are to be found scattered through the cantos of Don Juan, amidst verses which the author appears to have thrown off with an effort as spontaneous as that of a tree resigning its leaves to the wind.