English Men of Letters: Scott by Richard H. Hutton, 1899. Robert Burns, by Principal Shairp, new ed. 1895; Coleridge, by H.D. Traill, 1898Macmillan and Company, 1899 |
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... verse - making , who went into the navy , then in an unlucky moment passed into the merchant service of the East India Company , and so lost the chance of distin- guishing himself in the great naval campaigns of Nelson . Perhaps Scott ...
... verse - making , who went into the navy , then in an unlucky moment passed into the merchant service of the East India Company , and so lost the chance of distin- guishing himself in the great naval campaigns of Nelson . Perhaps Scott ...
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... verses . Mr. Lockhart himself , in summing up his impres- sions of Sir Walter , quotes as the most expressive of his lines : - Sound , sound the clarion ! fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim , One crowded hour of glorious ...
... verses . Mr. Lockhart himself , in summing up his impres- sions of Sir Walter , quotes as the most expressive of his lines : - Sound , sound the clarion ! fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim , One crowded hour of glorious ...
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... verses for the whole night . grave gives up its dead , and to add to my perplexities . I don't care . I begin to grow case - hardened , and like a stag turning at bay , my naturally good temper grows fierce and dangerous . Yet what a ...
... verses for the whole night . grave gives up its dead , and to add to my perplexities . I don't care . I begin to grow case - hardened , and like a stag turning at bay , my naturally good temper grows fierce and dangerous . Yet what a ...
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... , if less brilliant the verses , but , as we Perhaps she regarded work than the most effective description of skeleton riders . Indeed , Scott at 336 [ CHAP SIR WALTER SCOTT . CHAPTER IV EARLIEST POETRY AND BORDER MINSTRELSY 38.
... , if less brilliant the verses , but , as we Perhaps she regarded work than the most effective description of skeleton riders . Indeed , Scott at 336 [ CHAP SIR WALTER SCOTT . CHAPTER IV EARLIEST POETRY AND BORDER MINSTRELSY 38.
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... verse , The Lay of the Last Minstrel , a poem which did not appear till 1805 , when he was thirty- four . The first canto ( not including the framework , of which the aged harper is the principal figure ) was written in the lodgings to ...
... verse , The Lay of the Last Minstrel , a poem which did not appear till 1805 , when he was thirty- four . The first canto ( not including the framework , of which the aged harper is the principal figure ) was written in the lodgings to ...
Términos y frases comunes
Abbotsford acquaintance admiration afterwards Allan Cunningham appeared auld Ayrshire ballad Ballantyne beautiful Biographia Literaria brother Burns Burns's called character Charles Lamb Christabel Coleridge Coleridge's course criticism death delight doubt Dugald Stewart Dumfries Edinburgh edition Ellisland English Essays expression F. W. H. MYERS farm father feeling genius habit heart honour hope human humour imagination James Ballantyne John Ballantyne JOHN MORLEY Lady least lectures less letter literary lived Lockhart London look Lord Marmion Mauchline mind months moral nature never once painful passed passion perhaps period person poems poet poet's poetic poetry political pride Quincey Redgauntlet remarkable romantic Scotch Scotland Scott Scottish seems seen Shanter Sir Walter song soul Southey spirit story strong things thou thought tion verse volume whole wife wonderful words Wordsworth writing written wrote young youth
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Página 43 - The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines...
Página 85 - And mony a hill between ; But, day and night, my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Página 79 - A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear— 0 Lady!
Página 163 - Wi" thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, The brightest jewel in my crown Wad be my queen, wad be my queen.
Página 99 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi...
Página 43 - On awaking he appeared to himself to have a distinct recollection of the whole, and taking his pen, ink, and paper, instantly and eagerly wrote down the lines that are here preserved. At this moment he was unfortunately called out by a person on business from Porlock...
Página 125 - Had we never loved so kindly, ' Had we never loved so blindly, ' Never met or never parted, ' We had ne'er been broken•hearted.
Página 91 - That young lady had a talent for describing the involvements and feelings and characters of ordinary life, which is to me the most wonderful I ever met with. The Big Bow-wow strain I can do myself like any now going ; but the exquisite touch, which renders ordinary commonplace things and characters interesting, from the truth of the description and the sentiment, is denied to me.
Página 81 - There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness : For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.
Página 208 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the day-spring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! — How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula), to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of Jamblichus, or Plotinus...