The Miscellaneous Prose Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, Volume 18R. Cadell, 1835 |
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... beautiful , was dropt by the prose narrators , as an unnecessary interruption to the continuation of the story . We allude to such passages as the follow- ing , which are introductions to the Fyttes of the AMADIS OF GAUL . 15.
... beautiful , was dropt by the prose narrators , as an unnecessary interruption to the continuation of the story . We allude to such passages as the follow- ing , which are introductions to the Fyttes of the AMADIS OF GAUL . 15.
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... Beautiful Darkling , or the Fair Forlorn ; Flo- restan , instead of Forester ; El Patin , instead of the Emperor Gosling ; as we speak of Barbarossa , not Red - Beard ; Boccanegra , not Black Muzzle ; St Peter , not Stone the Apostle ...
... Beautiful Darkling , or the Fair Forlorn ; Flo- restan , instead of Forester ; El Patin , instead of the Emperor Gosling ; as we speak of Barbarossa , not Red - Beard ; Boccanegra , not Black Muzzle ; St Peter , not Stone the Apostle ...
Page 55
... beautiful and affecting circumstances . The next scene is of a very different nature , yet equally curious . The Cid , like other great persons , setting out upon travel , was in great want of money to main- tain his followers . And now ...
... beautiful and affecting circumstances . The next scene is of a very different nature , yet equally curious . The Cid , like other great persons , setting out upon travel , was in great want of money to main- tain his followers . And now ...
Page 139
... beautiful and flowing style , and the pleasing sub- jects on which he usually loves to employ himself , compensate in some degree for want of depth of thought , or novelty of conception . It is hardly possible to speak too highly of his ...
... beautiful and flowing style , and the pleasing sub- jects on which he usually loves to employ himself , compensate in some degree for want of depth of thought , or novelty of conception . It is hardly possible to speak too highly of his ...
Page 148
... Sir David and his mother are hooted from Wales , and obliged to retreat to Portugal . This dark picture is mingled with softer shades ; John de Lancaster falls in love with a beautiful girl 148 CRITICISM ON NOVELS AND ROMANCES .
... Sir David and his mother are hooted from Wales , and obliged to retreat to Portugal . This dark picture is mingled with softer shades ; John de Lancaster falls in love with a beautiful girl 148 CRITICISM ON NOVELS AND ROMANCES .
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Page 133 - 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 93 - A man i' the clouds, and hear him speak to thee ? Wouldst thou be in a dream, and yet not sleep ? Or wouldst thou in a moment laugh and weep ? Wouldst thou lose thyself and catch no harm, And find thyself again without a charm ? Wouldst 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 248 - A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.
Page 249 - 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 295 - Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin or swart faery of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
Page 68 - Now this part of my work I fulfilled with great sense ; for the terrors of the law and guilt for my transgressions lay heavy on my conscience : I preached what I felt; what I smartingly did feel; even that under which my poor soul did groan and tremble to astonishment.
Page 59 - Just when he was come over against the mouth of the burning pit, one of the wicked ones got behind him, and stepped up softly to him, and whisperingly suggested many grievous blasphemies to him, which he verily thought had proceeded from his own mind.
Page 249 - The other Shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either — black it stood as Night, Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Page 250 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
Page 277 - ... melody, Towns, palaces, and cities fine ; Here now, then there ; the world is mine, Rare beauties, gallant ladies shine, Whate'er is lovely or divine. All other joys to this are folly, None so sweet as melancholy. Methinks I hear, methinks I see Ghosts, goblins, fiends ; my...