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... heart- felt interest that belongs to more familiar situa- tions . The humours of Caleb Balderstone are , to The HEART OF MID - LOTHIAN , is remarkable for our taste , the least successful of this author's at- containing fewer characters ...
... heart- felt interest that belongs to more familiar situa- tions . The humours of Caleb Balderstone are , to The HEART OF MID - LOTHIAN , is remarkable for our taste , the least successful of this author's at- containing fewer characters ...
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... heart - this preference in long - past times , and in different situations , and of striking generalities to homely details , all be- are interested in tracing , sometimes the resem- long more properly to the province of poetry than ...
... heart - this preference in long - past times , and in different situations , and of striking generalities to homely details , all be- are interested in tracing , sometimes the resem- long more properly to the province of poetry than ...
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... hearts has he soothed in pain and solitude ! It is tic ; and Flora Mac - Ivor , ( whom even we forgive no wonder ... Heart of Mid - Lothian , we have Effie Deans , ( that sweet faded flower , ) and Jeanie , her more than sister , and ...
... hearts has he soothed in pain and solitude ! It is tic ; and Flora Mac - Ivor , ( whom even we forgive no wonder ... Heart of Mid - Lothian , we have Effie Deans , ( that sweet faded flower , ) and Jeanie , her more than sister , and ...
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... heart , —for Nature had not committed dically , though not perhaps equally , impotent in the anomaly of uniting to such extraordinary ta- the province of character , variously modified by the lents an imperfect moral sense , -nor from ...
... heart , —for Nature had not committed dically , though not perhaps equally , impotent in the anomaly of uniting to such extraordinary ta- the province of character , variously modified by the lents an imperfect moral sense , -nor from ...
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... heart sufficiently blackest crimes , and may in the present be allow- sensible , not only of his privileges as a Briton , but ed to expiate greater follies than even exaggerated of the distinction attending his high birth and rank ...
... heart sufficiently blackest crimes , and may in the present be allow- sensible , not only of his privileges as a Briton , but ed to expiate greater follies than even exaggerated of the distinction attending his high birth and rank ...
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POETICAL WORKS OF SIR WALTER S Walter Sir Scott, 1771-1832,Walter Sir Scott, 1771-1832 Ed,J. W. Lake No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 93 - I tell thee, thou'rt defied ! And if thou said'st, I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied...
Page 83 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 97 - Edmund is down ; — my life is reft ; — The Admiral alone is left Let Stanley charge with spur of fire, — With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England's lost — Must I bid twice ? — hence, varlets ! fly ! Leave Marmion here alone — to die.
Page 83 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 158 - At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell, As all the fiends from heaven that fell Had pealed the banner-cry of hell ! Forth from the pass in tumult driven, Like chaff before the wind of heaven, The archery appear: For life ! for life ! their...
Page 421 - WHY weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sail be his bride: And ye sail be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen" — But aye she loot the tears down fa
Page 21 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand...
Page 202 - I list no more the tuck of drum, No more the trumpet hear; But when the beetle sounds his hum My comrades take the spear.
Page 151 - Fitz-James's blade was sword and shield. He practised every pass and ward, To thrust, to strike, to feint, to guard; While less expert, though stronger far, The Gael maintained unequal war. Three times in closing strife they stood, And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood; No stinted draught, no scanty tide, The gushing flood the tartans dyed.
Page 150 - Sir Roderick marked — and in his eyes Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel. Short space he stood — then waved his hand: Down sunk the disappearing band; Each warrior...