The lay of the Scottish fiddle, supposed to be written by Walter Scott [really by J.K. Paulding]. 1st Amer. ed. [Another] 1st Amer. ed. Supposed to be written by W- S-.

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Page 12 - The pitying Duchess praised its chime, And gave him heart, and gave him time. Till every string's according glee Was blended into harmony. And then, he said, he would full fain He could recall an ancient strain He never thought to sing again.
Page 209 - Pecksuot, being a man of greater stature than the Captain, told him, though he were a great captain, yet he was but a little man ; 'And,' said he, 'though I be no sachem, yet I am a man of great strength and courage.
Page 218 - ... sense of the Senate of Massachusetts, that in a war like the present, waged without justifiable cause, and prosecuted in a manner which indicates that conquest and ambition are its real motives, it is not becoming a moral and religious people to express any approbation of military or naval exploits which are not immediately connected with the defence of our sea-coast and soil.
Page 1 - Scott's Lay of the Last Minstrel; instead of a harper, we are presented with a fiddler. ' THE way was long, though 'twas not cold, But the poor bard was weak and old, And carried, scor'd upon his front, Of many a year the long account. His Fiddle, sole remaining pride, Hung dangling down his ragged side, In faded bag of flannel green, Through which the well-carv'd head was seen Of gaping lion, yawning wide, In regal pomp of beastly pride.
Page 64 - Of student learn'd, from Nassau Hall, Who, broken from scholastic thrall, Had set him down to drink outright Through all the livelong merry night, And sing as loud as he could bawl, Such is the custom of Nassau Hall. No Latin now, or heathen Greek The Senior's double tongue can speak. Juniors, from fam'd Pierian fount. Had drank so deep they scarce could count The candles on the reeling table...
Page 223 - Having thus given a sketch of the contents of this massive but entertaining volume, we have only to add our opinion, that should the defects of which we have already spoken, be corrected in a future edition, by a little more attention to the technicalities of bookmaking, and a revision of some parts of the style, which is at times...
Page 7 - ... ASSOCIATED WITH AMERICAN INDEPENDENCE When James K. Paulding with Washington Irving visited Princeton in 1808, he was so favorably impressed with the situation and surroundings of the College of New Jersey, that he afterwards embodied his impressions in the following lines : " With blistered feet we faltering came To where old Princeton's classic fane, With cupola and copper vane, And learning's holy honors crown'd, Looks from her high hill all around O'er such a wondrous fairy scene Of waving...
Page 19 - Ten of them were sheathed in steel, With belted sword and spur on heel : They quitted not their harness bright, Neither by day nor yet by night : They lay down to rest, With corslet laced. Pillowed on buckler cold and hard ; They carved at the meal With gloves of steel, And they drank the red wine through the helmet barred.
Page 1 - Mong gallant lads, or jolly sailors, And play'd ' the dee'l amang the tailors,' Had given place to other glee, And different strains of harmony. ' The bigots of this iron time ' Had call'd his harmless art a crime;' And now, instead of dance and song Pricking the night's dull pace along, And sprightly gambols deftly play'd By rustic lad and...
Page 80 - Or watching with his half shut eye, The buzzing flight of bee or fly, The beauteous damsel pass'd along, Humming a stave of sacred song. She threw her soft blue eyes askance. And gave the booby such a glance, That quick his eyes wide open flew, And his wide mouth flew open too. He gaz'd with wonder and surprise At the mild lustre of her eyes, Her cherry lips, her dimpled cheek, Where Cupids play'd at hide and seek, Whence, many an arrow well, I wot, Against the wight's tough heart was shot. XII....

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