Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, Volume 2

James R. Osgood & Company, 1873

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Page 48 - ... with her richest dye, Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. With listless look along the plain, I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruin'd pride.
Page 198 - The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Page 120 - Hath rent a strange and shatter* d way Through the rude bosom of the hill, And that each naked precipice, Sable ravine, and dark abyss, Tells of the outrage still. The wildest glen, but this, can show Some touch of Nature's genial glow ; On high...
Page 52 - Scott had reached the gate he called out in a hearty tone, welcoming me to Abbotsford, and asking news of Campbell. Arrived at the door of the chaise, he grasped me warmly by the hand : " Come, drive down, drive down to the house," said he, "ye're just in time for breakfast, and afterwards ye shall see all the wonders of the Abbey.
Page 231 - was not only written, but published, before Mr. Scott was able to rise from his bed ; and he assured me, that when it was first put into his hands in a complete shape, he did not recollect one single incident, character, or conversation it contained...
Page 305 - The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul.
Page 291 - He did so accordingly; and from that hour, whenever memory failed to suggest an appropriate epigraph, he had recourse to the inexhaustible mines of " old play "or " old ballad," to which we owe some of the most exquisite verses that ever flowed from his pen.
Page 120 - Nor tree, nor shrub, nor plant, nor flower, Nor aught of vegetative power, The weary eye may ken. For all is rocks at random thrown, Black waves, bare crags, and banks of stone...
Page 36 - House;" and my friend agreed with me so cordially that I often wondered afterwards he had not attempted to realize the suggestion. The subject ought, however, to have been treated conjointly by him (or Wilkie) and Edwin Landseer. 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 40 - 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...

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