Abbotsford and Newstead AbbeyThe section on Abbotsford describes a visit to Sir Walter Scott, and that on Newstead consists of a description of the abbey. |
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... father , and many quaint remarks and sly jokes , evidently de- rived from the same source , all which were uttered with a Scottish accent , and a mixture of Scottish phraseology , that gave them ad- ditional flavour . On our way to the ...
... father , and many quaint remarks and sly jokes , evidently de- rived from the same source , all which were uttered with a Scottish accent , and a mixture of Scottish phraseology , that gave them ad- ditional flavour . On our way to the ...
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... father was buried , and talked of the poet , whom he had known personally . He said his writings were familiar to the poorest and most illiterate of the country folk ; " and it seemed to him as if the country had grown more beautiful ...
... father was buried , and talked of the poet , whom he had known personally . He said his writings were familiar to the poorest and most illiterate of the country folk ; " and it seemed to him as if the country had grown more beautiful ...
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... father . She never waited to be asked twice , but complied frankly and cheerfully . Her songs were all Scotch , sung without any accompaniment , in a simple manner , but with great spirit and expression , and in their native dialects ...
... father . She never waited to be asked twice , but complied frankly and cheerfully . Her songs were all Scotch , sung without any accompaniment , in a simple manner , but with great spirit and expression , and in their native dialects ...
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... father of such a daughter , and looking daggers and ratsbane . On one side of him was Muckle - mouthed Meg , with an amorous smile across the whole breadth of her countenance , and a leer enough to turn a man to stone ; on the other ...
... father of such a daughter , and looking daggers and ratsbane . On one side of him was Muckle - mouthed Meg , with an amorous smile across the whole breadth of her countenance , and a leer enough to turn a man to stone ; on the other ...
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Washington Irving. piness of connubial life , and was made the father of a fair and undoubtedly legitimate line , that still flourishes on the border . I give but a faint outline of the story , from vague recollection : it may ...
Washington Irving. piness of connubial life , and was made the father of a fair and undoubtedly legitimate line , that still flourishes on the border . I give but a faint outline of the story , from vague recollection : it may ...
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Page 70 - Thus while I ape the measure wild Of tales that charmed me yet a child, Rude though they be, still with the chime Return the thoughts of early time; And feelings, roused in life's first day, Glow in the line and prompt the lay.
Page 13 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Page 184 - twill impart Some pangs to view his happier lot : But let them pass— Oh ! how my heart Would hate him, if he loved thee not ! When late I saw thy favourite child, I thought my jealous heart would break ; But when the unconscious infant smiled, I kiss'd it for its mother's sake.
Page 137 - By the old Hall which may be mine no more. Leman's is fair; but think not I forsake The sweet remembrance of a dearer shore; Sad havoc Time must with my memory make, Ere that or thou can fade these eyes before; Though, like all things which I have loved, they are Resign'd for ever, or divided far.
Page 71 - Glared through the window's rusty bars, And ever, by the winter hearth, Old tales I heard of woe or mirth, Of lovers...
Page 194 - He rose, and with a cold and gentle grasp He took her hand; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced, and then it faded, as it came...
Page 42 - Why, soldiers, why Should we be melancholy, boys, Why, soldiers, why ? Whose business 'tis to die...
Page 193 - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
Page 186 - Because I cannot love but one. And I will cross the whitening foam, And I will seek a foreign home; Till I forget...
Page 171 - Not by the sport of nature, but of man : These two, a maiden and a youth, were there Gazing — the one on all that was beneath Fair as herself— but the boy gazed on her ; And both were young, and one was beautiful : And both were young — yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge The maid was on the eve of womanhood ; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him...