The Miscellaneous Prose Works of Sir Walter Scott: Biographical memoirs of eminent novelistsBaudry's European Library, 1838 |
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الصفحة 21
... expected that different minstrels would tell the same story with some variations ; that , unable to retain in their memory the whole of a long narrative , they would carry off , in the first instance , detached adventures , which they ...
... expected that different minstrels would tell the same story with some variations ; that , unable to retain in their memory the whole of a long narrative , they would carry off , in the first instance , detached adventures , which they ...
الصفحة 22
... expected , by means of engendering with a virgin , to create a semi - demon , who should be devoted to the powers of evil . " The good man then returned with his infernal proselyte , and restored him by means of the basket to the ...
... expected , by means of engendering with a virgin , to create a semi - demon , who should be devoted to the powers of evil . " The good man then returned with his infernal proselyte , and restored him by means of the basket to the ...
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... expected , as the scene is usually laid in France , Spain , or Italy . The Italians , from the days of Pulci to those of Ariosto , and much later , have had very many poems founded on this basis . The romances which Mr Ellis has given ...
... expected , as the scene is usually laid in France , Spain , or Italy . The Italians , from the days of Pulci to those of Ariosto , and much later , have had very many poems founded on this basis . The romances which Mr Ellis has given ...
الصفحة 39
... expected to see the heroes of Cressy and Poitiers stalk past in the rude and antiquated splendour of chivalry , as perchance they might have appeared upon the summons of Warton , Ellis , or some such cold - tempered , sterile - minded ...
... expected to see the heroes of Cressy and Poitiers stalk past in the rude and antiquated splendour of chivalry , as perchance they might have appeared upon the summons of Warton , Ellis , or some such cold - tempered , sterile - minded ...
الصفحة 43
... expected from the author of the memoirs of a late memorable female . + We cannot help remarking that the principles of a modern phi- losopher continue to alarm the public , after the good man himself has abandoned them , just as the ...
... expected from the author of the memoirs of a late memorable female . + We cannot help remarking that the principles of a modern phi- losopher continue to alarm the public , after the good man himself has abandoned them , just as the ...
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الصفحة 160 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
الصفحة 449 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
الصفحة 234 - Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand : Why dost thou lash that whore ? strip thine own back ; Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind, For which thou whipp'st her.
الصفحة 120 - Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met, or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
الصفحة 155 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count — I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote ; At last men came to set me free...
الصفحة 217 - Or, would'st thou lose thyself, and catch no harm ? And find thyself again without a charm ? Would'st read thyself, and read thou know'st not what, And yet know whether thou art blest or not, By reading the same lines ? O, then, come hither ; And lay my book, thy head and heart together.
الصفحة 449 - ... crash And merciless ravage: and the shady nook Of hazels, and the green and mossy bower, Deformed and sullied, patiently gave up Their quiet being: and unless I now Confound my present feelings with the past...
الصفحة 276 - It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, ""Shall mortal man be more just than God?
الصفحة 162 - And even since, and now, fair Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature (') can decree ; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste ; More rich than other climes' fertility ; Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
الصفحة 164 - Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!