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Pagina viii
... bear witness that I had a distin- guished character for that talent , at a time when the applause of my companions was my recom- pense for the disgraces and punishments which the future romance writer incurred for being idle himself ...
... bear witness that I had a distin- guished character for that talent , at a time when the applause of my companions was my recom- pense for the disgraces and punishments which the future romance writer incurred for being idle himself ...
Pagina x
... bear arms . My services , however , were found useful in assisting to maintain the discipline of the corps , being the point on which their constitution rendered them most amenable to military criticism . In other respects , the squa ...
... bear arms . My services , however , were found useful in assisting to maintain the discipline of the corps , being the point on which their constitution rendered them most amenable to military criticism . In other respects , the squa ...
Pagina xxix
... bears the marks of a mas - condition ; and the finer attributes , so blended and ter's hand , the interest is well ... bear evident marks of sense and talent . To sum up our observations on the Waverley Novels , in a few words , we ...
... bears the marks of a mas - condition ; and the finer attributes , so blended and ter's hand , the interest is well ... bear evident marks of sense and talent . To sum up our observations on the Waverley Novels , in a few words , we ...
Pagina xxxii
... the wind . But that noble tree will never more bear fruit or blossom ! It has been cut down in its strength , and the past is all that remains to us of Byron . We can scarce reconcile ourselves to xxxii MEMOIR OF SIR WALTER SCOTT .
... the wind . But that noble tree will never more bear fruit or blossom ! It has been cut down in its strength , and the past is all that remains to us of Byron . We can scarce reconcile ourselves to xxxii MEMOIR OF SIR WALTER SCOTT .
Pagina 30
... bear axes , with which , in time of need , they give heavy strokes . The Jedwood - axe was a sort of partizan , used by horse- men , as appears from the arms of Jedburgh , which bear a cavalier mounted , and armed with this weapon . It ...
... bear axes , with which , in time of need , they give heavy strokes . The Jedwood - axe was a sort of partizan , used by horse- men , as appears from the arms of Jedburgh , which bear a cavalier mounted , and armed with this weapon . It ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 138 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Pagina 126 - Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Pagina 92 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow A ministering angel...
Pagina 88 - England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate ! And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here in thy hold, thy vassals near, (Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your hands upon your sword) I tell thee thou'rt defied!
Pagina 92 - Fitz-Eustace, to Lord Surrey hie; Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His life-blood stains the spotless shield: 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.
Pagina xxvi - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along : The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot: Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost ; Each blank, in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied : And, while his harp responsive rung, 'Twas thus the latest minstrel sung.
Pagina 150 - I come with banner, brand, and bow, As leader seeks his mortal foe. For love-lorn swain, in lady's bower, Ne'er panted for the appointed hour, As I, until before me stand This rebel Chieftain and his band !
Pagina 88 - Saint Mary mend my fiery mood ! Old age ne'er cools the Douglas blood, I thought to slay him where he stood. 'Tis pity of him too," he cried : " Bold can he speak, and fairly ride, I warrant him a warrior tried.
Pagina 92 - Then it was truth," — he said — "I knew That the dark presage must be true. — I would the Fiend, to whom belongs The vengeance due to all her wrongs, Would spare me but a day ! For wasting fire, and dying groan, And priests slain on the altar stone, Might bribe him for delay. It may not be ! — this dizzy trance — Curse on yon base marauder's lance, And doubly cursed my failing brand ! A sinful heart makes feeble hand.
Pagina 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 maintain'd 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.