The Miscellaneous Prose Works of Sir Walter Scott: Biographical memoirs of eminent novelistsBaudry's European Library, 1838 |
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... considered as a classical language , may be fixed in the reign of Edward III . , the age of Gower and of Chaucer , in which it was no longer confined to what the latter has called " the drafty riming " of the wandering minstrel , but em ...
... considered as a classical language , may be fixed in the reign of Edward III . , the age of Gower and of Chaucer , in which it was no longer confined to what the latter has called " the drafty riming " of the wandering minstrel , but em ...
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... considered as an high ornament in such compositions . Instead of giving the name of a person men- tioned , it is the fashion to call him the son of such a one , or the bro- ther or the spouse of such another ; and as the said father ...
... considered as an high ornament in such compositions . Instead of giving the name of a person men- tioned , it is the fashion to call him the son of such a one , or the bro- ther or the spouse of such another ; and as the said father ...
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... considered as generally interesting . In some of the verses , the author has in fact slid into that style of tawdry and affected simplicity , which we should have thought that he who has studied popular poetry upon the manliest models ...
... considered as generally interesting . In some of the verses , the author has in fact slid into that style of tawdry and affected simplicity , which we should have thought that he who has studied popular poetry upon the manliest models ...
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... considered as the most valuable part of Mr Evans's collection , as far as poetry is concerned , are Bishop Thurston and the King of Scots , Battle of Cuton Moor , Murder of Prince Arthur , Prince Edward and Adam Gordon , Cumner Hall ...
... considered as the most valuable part of Mr Evans's collection , as far as poetry is concerned , are Bishop Thurston and the King of Scots , Battle of Cuton Moor , Murder of Prince Arthur , Prince Edward and Adam Gordon , Cumner Hall ...
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... known collection of songs , with the preliminary essay . Mr Evans , it seems from his preface , considered Dr * [ See the verses at length , in the notes to the fifth canto of the poem of Rokeby . ] EVANS'S OLD BALLADS . 71.
... known collection of songs , with the preliminary essay . Mr Evans , it seems from his preface , considered Dr * [ See the verses at length , in the notes to the fifth canto of the poem of Rokeby . ] EVANS'S OLD BALLADS . 71.
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Page 160 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Page 449 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
Page 234 - Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand : Why dost thou lash that whore ? strip thine own back ; Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind, For which thou whipp'st her.
Page 120 - Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met, or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Page 155 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count — I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote ; At last men came to set me free...
Page 217 - Or, would'st thou lose thyself, and catch no harm ? And find thyself again without a charm ? Would'st read thyself, and read thou know'st not what, And yet know whether thou art blest or not, By reading the same lines ? O, then, come hither ; And lay my book, thy head and heart together.
Page 449 - ... crash And merciless ravage: and the shady nook Of hazels, and the green and mossy bower, Deformed and sullied, patiently gave up Their quiet being: and unless I now Confound my present feelings with the past...
Page 276 - It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, ""Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Page 162 - And even since, and now, fair Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature (') can decree ; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste ; More rich than other climes' fertility ; Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
Page 164 - Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!