Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, Volume 6

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Page 190 - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Page 188 - He was perhaps sixty years old; yet his brow was not much furrowed, and his jet black hair was only grizzled, not whitened, by the advance of age. All his motions spoke strength unabated; and, though rather undersized, he had very broad shoulders, was square-made, thin-flanked, and apparently combined in his frame muscular strength and activity ; the last somewhat impaired perhaps by years, but the first remaining in full vigour. A hard and harsh countenance — eyes far sunk under projecting eyebrows,...
Page 101 - Like a tragedy queen he has dizen'd her out, Or rather like tragedy giving a rout. His fools have their follies so lost in a crowd Of virtues and feelings, that folly grows proud: And coxcombs, alike in their failings alone, Adopting his portraits, are pleased with their own.
Page 239 - It was a clear bright September morning, with a sharpness in the air that doubled the animating influence of the sunshine, and all was in readiness for a grand coursing match on Newark Hill.
Page 243 - So passed the winter's day ; but still, . When summer smiled on sweet Bowhill, And July's eve, with balmy breath, Waved the blue-bells on Newark heath ; When throstles sung in Hare-head shaw, And corn was green on Carterhaugh, And flourished, broad, Blackandro's oak, The aged Harper's soul awoke...
Page 191 - As we walked homeward, Scott being a little fatigued, laid his left hand on Tom's shoulder and leaned heavily for support, chatting to his
Page 415 - Do we succeed ? Is our day come ? and holds it ? Face. The evening will set red upon you, sir ; You have colour for it, crimson : the red ferment Has done his office ; three hours hence prepare you To see projection. Mam. Pertinax, my Surly, Again I say to thee aloud, Be rich. This day thou shalt have ingots ; and to-morrow Give lords th
Page 408 - Scott amused some leisure hours with writing a series of " Private Letters," supposed to have been discovered in the repositories of a Noble English Family, and giving a picture of manners in town and country during the early part of the reign of James I. These letters were printed as fast as he penned them, in a handsome quarto form, and he furnished the margin with a running commentary of notes, drawn up in the character of a disappointed chaplain, a keen Whig, or rather Radical, overflowing on...
Page 219 - Our pleasant vices are made the whips to scourge us,' as Lear says ; for otherwise what could possibly stand in the way of his nomination? I trust it will take place, and give him the consistence and steadiness which are all he wants to make him the first man of the age.
Page 192 - Sunday pony," as he called the affectionate fellow, just as freely as with the rest of the party ; and Tom put in his word shrewdly and manfully, and grinned and grunted whenever the joke chanced to be within his apprehension. It was easy to see that his heart swelled within him from the moment the Sheriff got his collar in his gripe.

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