The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Memoir of the Author, Volume 8

Little, Brown, 1857

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Page 42 - As some fair female, unadorn'd and plain, Secure to please while youth confirms her reign, Slights every borrow'd charm that dress supplies, Nor shares with art, the triumph of her eyes ; But when those charms are past, for charms are frail, When time advances, and when lovers fail, She then shines forth, solicitous to bless, In all the glaring impotence of dress.
Page 177 - Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my .trembling heart.
Page 246 - d his ruthless spear. And hurrying as to havoc near, The Cohorts' eagles flew. In one dark torrent broad and strong, The advancing...
Page 193 - Ham. Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost in shape of a camel? Pol. By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Ham. Methinks, it is like a weasel. • Pol. It is backed like a weasel. Ham. Or, like a whale ? Pol. Very like a whale.
Page 85 - I had gazed perhaps two minutes' space, Joanna, looking in my eyes, beheld That ravishment of mine, and laughed aloud. The Rock, like something starting from a sleep, Took up the Lady's voice, and laughed again; That ancient Woman seated on Helm-Crag Was ready with her cavern; Hammar-Scar, And the tall Steep of Silver-How, sent forth A noise of laughter; southern Loughrigg heard And...
Page 256 - The Desolator desolate ! The Victor overthrown ! The Arbiter of others' fate A Suppliant for his own ! Is it some yet imperial hope That with such change can calmly cope ? Or dread of death alone ? To die a prince — or live a slave — Thy choice is most ignobly brave...
Page 238 - Stop ! for thy tread is on an Empire's dust ! An Earthquake's spoil is sepulchred below ! Is the spot mark'd with no colossal bust ? Nor column trophied for triumphal show ? None ; but the moral's truth tells simpler so, As the ground was before, thus let it be ; — How that red rain hath made the harvest grow ! And is this all the world has gain'd by thee, Thou first and last of fields ! king-making Victory?
Page 36 - That man of loneliness and mystery, Scarce seen to smile, and seldom heard to sigh; Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew, And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue; Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar heart.
Page 30 - Paled in by many a lofty hill, The narrow dale lay smooth and still, And? down its verdant bosom led, A winding brooklet found its bed.
Page 6 - To make an Episode. — Take any remaining adventure of your former collection, in which you could no way involve your hero ; or any unfortunate accident that was too good to be thrown away ; and it will be of use applied to any other person, who may be lost and evaporate in the course of the work, without the least damage to the composition. For the Moral and Allegory. — These you may extract out of the fable afterwards, at your leisure. Be sure you strain them sufficiently.

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