Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, Volume 2R. Cadell, 1839 |
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Página 165 - Your sincere friend, for such I will call myself, though slow to use a word of such solemn meaning to any one, — W. WORDSWORTH.
Página 15 - Troop. Your cavaliers fly to the hill. Sel. Hellish cowards ! I would that they stood, and that I had a ball through my head ! Ride one of you at full speed — Curse and thunder them back to the field ! See'st thou Goetz ? Troop.
Página 37 - ... started in their stalls, stamped, and shook their bridles, the men arose and clashed their armour, and the mortal, terrified at the tumult he had excited, dropped the horn from his hand. A voice like that of a giant, louder even than the tumult around, pronounced these words ; — " Woe to the coward that ever he was born, That did not draw the sword before he blew the horn ! " A whirlwind expelled the horse-dealer from the cavern, the entrance to which he could never again find.
Página 55 - Scarba's isle, whose tortured shore Still rings to Corrievreken's roar, And lonely Colonsay; — Scenes sung by him who sings no more ! His bright and brief career is o'er, And mute his tuneful strains ; Quench'd is his lamp of varied lore, That loved the light of song to pour ; A distant and a deadly shore Has LEYDEN'S cold remains ! XII.
Página 29 - And ne'er but once, my son, he says, Was yon sad cavern trod, In persecution's iron days, When the land was left by God From Bewlie bog, with slaughter red, A wanderer hither drew, And oft he stopt and...
Página 285 - I admire his talents end genius highly, but his is not a poetical genius. The only qualities I can find in Dryden that are essentially poetical, are a certain ardour and impetuosity of mind, with an excellent ear. It may seem strange that I do not add to this, great command of language : That he certainly has, and of such language, too, as it is most desirable that a poet should possess, or rather that he should not be without. But it is not language that is, in the highest sense of the word, poetical,...
Página 167 - ... house did not observe with perfect equanimity the novel usage to which her chintz was exposed. The Shepherd, however, remarked nothing of all this — dined heartily and drank freely, and, by jest, anecdote, and song, afforded plentiful merriment to the more civilized part of the company. As the liquor operated, his familiarity increased and strengthened ; from " Mr Scott," he advanced to " Sherra," and thence to « Scott," " Walter," and " Wattie,"— until, at supper, he fairly convulsed the...
Página 209 - For she had known adversity, Though born in such a high degree ; In pride of power, in beauty's bloom, Had wept o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb...
Página 205 - War Song upon the Victory at Brunnanburgh, translated from the Anglo-Saxon into AngloNorman, by the Right Hon. John Hookham Frere. See Ellis's Specimens of Ancient English Poetry, vol. ip 32. The accomplished editor tells us, that this very singular poem was intended as an imitation of the style and language of the fourteenth century, and was written during the controversy occasioned by the poems attributed to Rowley.
Página 35 - Now choose thee here,' quoth his leader, ' Thy venturous fortune try ; Thy woe and weal, thy boot and bale, In yon brand and bugle lie.' To the fatal brand he mounted his hand, But his soul did quiver and quail ; The life-blood did start to his shuddering heart. And left him wan and pale. The brand he forsook, and the horn he took To 'say a gentle sound ; But so wild a blast from the bugle brast That the Cheviot rocked around.