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Seymour Eaton. EDITED BY SEYMOUR EATON 10788 LITERATURE I. ROBERT BURNS II . SIR WALTER SCOTT III . LORD BYRON From The Chicago Record New York The Doubleday & McClure Co. 1899 COPYRIGHT , 1897 , 1898 , 1899 , BY THE HOME STUDY CIRCLE.
Seymour Eaton. EDITED BY SEYMOUR EATON 10788 LITERATURE I. ROBERT BURNS II . SIR WALTER SCOTT III . LORD BYRON From The Chicago Record New York The Doubleday & McClure Co. 1899 COPYRIGHT , 1897 , 1898 , 1899 , BY THE HOME STUDY CIRCLE.
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... The example of a great life would be valueless to us if that life were so unlike our own as to have nothing in common with it . Burns , Scott , and Byron were all great men ; and in the lives of every one of the three there is vii.
... The example of a great life would be valueless to us if that life were so unlike our own as to have nothing in common with it . Burns , Scott , and Byron were all great men ; and in the lives of every one of the three there is vii.
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... Scott was born under a brighter star . dencies , parental influences , education , social advantages , character , disposition , mental endowment , the circum- stances of his environment and his existence generally , In all led up to ...
... Scott was born under a brighter star . dencies , parental influences , education , social advantages , character , disposition , mental endowment , the circum- stances of his environment and his existence generally , In all led up to ...
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... Scott fail to make the most of himself and his chances . But had not that one mistake been made , had not Scott entangled himself in the business of printing and publishing , and so in the end brought ruin upon his fine fabric of ...
... Scott fail to make the most of himself and his chances . But had not that one mistake been made , had not Scott entangled himself in the business of printing and publishing , and so in the end brought ruin upon his fine fabric of ...
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... Scott is almost as free from personal moods as Shakespeare . Whether he be in prose or verse , at every turn we take ... Scott , and Byron , which is the greatest ? Scott and Byron have certainly filled the greater places in literary ...
... Scott is almost as free from personal moods as Shakespeare . Whether he be in prose or verse , at every turn we take ... Scott , and Byron , which is the greatest ? Scott and Byron have certainly filled the greater places in literary ...
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Page 263 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 267 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims aronnd him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Page 274 - The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free ; For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
Page 263 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 128 - The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.
Page 129 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave» Then go — but go alone the while — Then view St David's ruined pile; And, home returning, soothly...
Page 6 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Page 25 - O, WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Page 77 - ... spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd is laid Low i
Page 262 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...