Abbotsford and Sir Walter ScottW.P. Nimmo, 1866 - 240 pàgines |
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Abbey Abbotsford admire amid amongst ancient appeared banks beautiful believe beside body brought building called carried character close cross deep delight dogs door doubt ears entered exclaimed face fairies fancy feeling fell field figure followed foot Galashiels gave give green ground hand happy head heard heart hill interest iron John Johnny kind Lady laugh leave light listened living look manner marks master Melrose memory mind morning natural never night occasion once party passed plantations poet poor present Purdie remains remember rest returned rich river scene seemed seen side Sir Walter Scott sometimes stands stone stood taken tell things thought took tower tree turned Tweed village voice walking walls Waverley whole wild window woods young
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Pàgina 227 - The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined; Thou wouldst have thought some fairy's hand 'Twixt poplars straight the osier wand In many a freakish knot had twined; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
Pàgina 188 - Action, and tone, and gesture, the smile of the lover, the frown of the tyrant, the grimace of the buffoon, — all must be told, for nothing can be shown. Thus, the very dialogue becomes mixed with the narration ; for he must not only tell what the characters actually said, in which his task is the same as that of the dramatic author, but must also describe the tone, the look, the gesture, with which their speech was accompanied, — telling, in short, all which, in the drama, it becomes the province...
Pàgina 1 - TIME rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore, Who danced our infancy upon their knee, And told our marvelling boyhood legends store, Of their strange ventures happ'd by land or sea, How are they blotted from the things that be! How few, all weak and wither'd of their force, Wait on the verge of dark eternity, Like stranded wrecks, the tide returning hoarse, To sweep them from our sight! Time rolls his ceaseless course.
Pàgina 190 - He was, like a pre-eminent poet of our own day, a searcher of dark bosoms, and loved to paint characters under the strong agitation of fierce and stormy passions.
Pàgina 123 - The lyart veteran heard the Word of God By Cameron thundered, or by Renwick poured In gentle stream : then rose the song, the loud Acclaim of praise ; the wheeling plover ceased Her plaint ; the solitary place was glad. And on the distant cairns, the watcher's ear Caught doubtfully at times, the breeze-borne note.
Pàgina 45 - A hard and harsh countenance — eyes far sunk under projecting eyebrows, which were grizzled like his hair — a wide mouth, furnished from ear to ear with a range of unimpaired teeth of uncommon whiteness, and a size and breadth which might have become the jaws of an ogre, completed this delightful portrait.
Pàgina 123 - With green sward gay, and flowers that strangers seem Amid the heathery wild, that all around Fatigues the eye ; in solitudes like these, Thy persecuted children, Scotia, foil'd A tyrant's and a bigot's bloody laws : There, leaning on his spear, (one of the...
Pàgina 61 - The grave, close to the Abbey at Melrose, is surmounted by a modest monument, having on two sides these inscriptions;— •In grateful remembrance of the faithful and attached services of twenty-two years, and in sorrow for the loss of a humble but sincere friend; this stone was erected by Sir Walter Scott, Bart., of Abbotsford.
Pàgina 187 - It is the object of the novel-writer to place before the reader as full and accurate a representation of the events which he relates, as can be done by the mere force of an excited imagination, without the assistance of material objects. His sole appeal is made to the world of fancy and of ideas, and in this consists his strength and his weakness, his poverty and his wealth.
Pàgina 187 - ... the imagination of a congenial reader, he places before his mind's eye, landscapes fairer than those of Claude, and wilder than those of Salvator. He cannot, like the dramatist, present before our living eyes the heroes of former days, or the beautiful creations of his own fancy, embodied in the grace and majesty of Kemble or of Siddons ; but he can teach his reader to conjure up forms even more dignified and beautiful than theirs.