Memoirs of Sir Walter Scott: 1771-1797

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A. and C. Black, 1882
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Página 187 - There was a strong expression of sense and shrewdness in all his lineaments ; the eye alone, I think, indicated the poetical character and temperament. It was large and of a dark cast, which glowed, I say literally glowed, when he spoke with feeling or interest. I never saw such another eye in a human head, though I have seen the most distinguished men of my time.
Página 55 - ... grand features of the landscape around me ; and the historical incidents, or traditional legends connected with many of them, gave to my admiration a sort of intense impression of reverence, which at times made my heart feel too big for its bosom. From this time the love of natural beauty, more especially when combined with ancient ruins, or remains of our fathers...
Página 185 - Burns's manner, was the effect produced upon him by a print of Bunbury's, representing a soldier lying dead on the snow, his dog sitting in misery on one side, — on the other, his widow, with a child in her arms. These lines were written beneath : "Cold on Canadian hills, or Minden's plain, Perhaps that...
Página 111 - Thus while I ape the measure wild Of tales that charm'd me yet a child, Rude though they be, still with the chime Return the thoughts of early time ; And feelings, roused in life's first day, Glow in the line, and prompt the lay.
Página 70 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a; A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Página 22 - I well remember lying upon the floor of the little parlor in the farmhouse, while my grandfather, a venerable old man with white hair, used every excitement to make me try to crawl. I also distinctly remember the late Sir George MacDougal of Makerstoun, father of the present Sir Henry Hay MacDougal, joining in this kindly attempt.
Página 119 - I ever saw. He was reading a poem to his mother when I went in. I made him read on; it was the description of a shipwreck. His passion rose with the storm. He lifted his eyes and hands. ' There's the mast gone,' says he ; ' crash it goes ! — they will all perish!1 After his agitation, he turns to me. ' That is too melancholy," says he; ' I had better read you something more amusing.
Página 245 - When confronted with Sir John Douglas of Kelhead (ancestor of the Marquess of Queensberry), before the Privy Council in St James's, the prisoner was asked, " Do you know this witness?" " Not I," answered Douglas ; " I once knew a person who bore the designation of Murray of Broughton — but that was a gentleman and a man of honour, and one that could hold up his head!
Página 40 - ... imagination rendered me very popular. Boys are uncommonly just in their feelings, and at least equally generous. My lameness, and the efforts which I made to supply that disadvantage, by making up in address what I wanted in activity, engaged the latter principle in my...
Página 378 - O, WHO rides by night thro' the woodland so wild ? It is the fond father embracing his child; And close the boy nestles within his loved arm, To hold himself fast, and to keep himself warm. 'O father, see yonder! see yonder!' he says ; ' My boy, upon what dost thou fearfully gaze?' ' O, 'tis the Erl-King with his crown and his shroud.' ' No, my son, it is but a dark wreath of the cloud.

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