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... interests were bound up therein , and because he clung with a whole - hearted passion to the Border and to the Tweed , that these are to - day the most familiar of Scottish names . ' It is part of my creed , ' he writes in an early ...
... interests were bound up therein , and because he clung with a whole - hearted passion to the Border and to the Tweed , that these are to - day the most familiar of Scottish names . ' It is part of my creed , ' he writes in an early ...
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... interest for him , ' from the incident mentioned in the foregoing chapter . By name Newarthaugh - a name almost forgotten in the story of Abbotsford - it was also known as Cartleyhole , or Cartlawhole , and Cartlihole , accord- ing to ...
... interest for him , ' from the incident mentioned in the foregoing chapter . By name Newarthaugh - a name almost forgotten in the story of Abbotsford - it was also known as Cartleyhole , or Cartlawhole , and Cartlihole , accord- ing to ...
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... interest in tree- planting . Had he not been able to add by purchase the neighbouring hills to his original lands , it was said that he would have requested permission of the owners to plant the grounds , for the mere pleasure of the ...
... interest in tree- planting . Had he not been able to add by purchase the neighbouring hills to his original lands , it was said that he would have requested permission of the owners to plant the grounds , for the mere pleasure of the ...
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... interest . Farming I hate ; what have I to do with fattening and killing beasts , or raising corn only to cut it down , and to wrangle with farmers about prices , and to be constantly at the mercy of the seasons ? There can be no such ...
... interest . Farming I hate ; what have I to do with fattening and killing beasts , or raising corn only to cut it down , and to wrangle with farmers about prices , and to be constantly at the mercy of the seasons ? There can be no such ...
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... interest in Scott's writings , and in the hope of seeing the man himself under his own roof . As for the more intellectual of his own countrymen , Lockhart will be surprised if it can be shown that any of them crossed the Tweed without ...
... interest in Scott's writings , and in the hope of seeing the man himself under his own roof . As for the more intellectual of his own countrymen , Lockhart will be surprised if it can be shown that any of them crossed the Tweed without ...
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Page 122 - Sir Walter breathed his last, in the presence of all his children. It was a beautiful day — so warm, that every window was wide open — and so perfectly still, that the sound of all others most delicious to his ear, the gentle ripple of the Tweed over its pebbles, was distinctly audible as we knelt around the bed, and his eldest son kissed and closed his eyes.
Page 135 - I have been watching it — it fascinates my eye — it never stops — page after page is finished and thrown on that heap of MS., and still it goes on unwearied — and so it will be till candles are brought in, and God knows how long after that. It is the same every night — I can't stand a sight of it when I am not at my books.
Page 122 - I may have but a minute to speak to you. My dear, be a good man — be virtuous — be religious— be a good man. Nothing else will give you any comfort when you come to lie here.
Page 126 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ...
Page 61 - Tom Purdie and his subalterns had preceded us by a few hours with all the greyhounds that could be collected at Abbotsford, Darnick, and Melrose; but the giant Maida had remained as his master's orderly, and now gambolled about Sibyl Grey, barking for mere joy like a spaniel puppy. The order of march had been all settled, and the sociable was just getting under weigh, when the Lady Anne broke from the line, screaming with laughter, and exclaimed, " Papa, papa, I knew you could never think of going...
Page 84 - Down from that strength had spurrM their horse, Their southern rapine to renew, Far in the distant Cheviots blue, And, home returning, fill'd the hall With revel, wassail-rout, and brawl.
Page 62 - He tried to look stern, and cracked his whip at the creature, but was in a moment obliged to join in the general cheers. Poor piggy soon found a strap round...
Page 92 - I have been for some time in the rich scenery about Edinburgh, which is like ornamented garden land, I begin to wish myself back again among my own honest grey hills ; and if I did not see the heather at least once a year, I think I should die!
Page 134 - I shall be well enough presently, if you will only let me sit where you are, and take my chair; for there is a confounded hand in sight of me here, which has often bothered me before, and now it won't let me fill my glass with a good will.
Page 80 - To have done things worthy to be written, was in his eyes a dignity to which no man made any approach, who had only written things worthy to be read.