The Miscellaneous Prose Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, Volum 4

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Pàgina 361 - Clarens ! sweet Clarens, birthplace of deep Love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought ; Thy trees take root in Love ; the snows above The very Glaciers have his colours caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly...
Pàgina 301 - I saw him again yesterday, and was surprised to find the levee-room had lost so entirely the air of the lion's den. This Sovereign don't stand in one spot, with his eyes fixed royally on the ground, and dropping bits of German news; he walks about, and speaks to everybody. I saw him afterwards on the throne, where he is graceful and genteel, sits with dignity, and reads his answers to addresses well...
Pàgina 346 - A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. The boy was sprung to manhood : in the wilds Of fiery climes he made himself a home, And his soul drank their sunbeams ; he was girt With strange and dusky aspects ; he was not Himself like what he had been : on the sea And on the shore he was a wanderer ! There was a mass of many image?
Pàgina 372 - They could not deem me one of such ; I stood Among them, but not of them...
Pàgina 270 - Let it alone now, and do it when I am gone; but you must be sure to do it"; which was one of the last things she enjoined her at parting. And so she promised her. Then Mrs. Veal asked for Mrs. Bargrave's daughter; she said she was not at home. "But if you have a mind to see her," says Mrs. Bargrave, "I'll send for her." "Do,
Pàgina 361 - Or friends by him self.banish'd : for his mind Had grown Suspicion's sanctuary, and chose For its own cruel sacrifice the kind, 'Gainst whom he raged with fury strange and blind.
Pàgina 365 - My daughter ! with thy name this song begun — My daughter ! with thy name thus much shall end — I see thee not, — I hear thee not, — but none Can be so wrapt in thee ; thou art the friend To whom the shadows of far years extend : Albeit my brow thou never...
Pàgina 215 - If one severe law were made and punctually executed, that whoever was found at a conventicle should be banished th'e nation and the preacher be hanged, we should soon see an end of the tale. They would all come to church, and one age would make us all one again.
Pàgina 326 - Harold, nor any of the most beautiful of Byron's earlier tales, contain more exquisite morsels of poetry than are to be found scattered through the cantos of Don Juan, amidst verses which the author appears to have thrown off with an effort as spontaneous as that of a tree resigning its leaves to the wind...
Pàgina 272 - ... own mouth. I should have told you before that Mrs. Veal told Mrs. Bargrave that her sister and brotherin-law were just come down from London to see her. Says Mrs. Bargrave, "How came you to order matters so strangely?" "It could not be helped,

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