Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart.., Volume 7Robert Cadell, Edinburgh. John Murray and Whittaker and Company, London., 1838 |
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Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart.., Volume 7 John Gibson Lockhart Affichage du livre entier - 1838 |
Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart.., Volume 7 John Gibson Lockhart Affichage du livre entier - 1838 |
Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart. ... John Gibson Lockhart Affichage du livre entier - 1838 |
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Page 396 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ...
Page 409 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Page 394 - Sir Walter breathed his last, in the presence of all his children. It was a beautiful day — so warm that every window was wide open— and so perfectly still, that the sound of all others most delicious to his ear, the gentle ripple of the Tweed over its pebbles, was distinctly audible as we knelt around the bed, and his eldest son kissed and closed his eyes.
Page 19 - Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal; For it must seem their guilt.
Page 389 - ... and thanked us, and said — ' ' Now give me my pen, and leave me for a little to myself." Sophia put the pen into his hand, and he endeavoured to close his fingers upon it, but they refused their office — it dropped on the paper.
Page 397 - his own bitterness ; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy.
Page 393 - I may have but a minute to speak to you. My dear, be a good man - be virtuous - be religious - be a good man. Nothing else will give you any comfort when you come to lie here.
Page 296 - My wound is deep ; I fain would sleep ; Take thou the vanguard of the three, And hide me by the braken bush, That grows on yonder lilye lee.
Page 280 - I have suffered terribly, that is the truth, rather in body than in mind, and I often wish I could lie down and sleep without waking. But I will fight it out if I can.
Page 129 - Farewell ! Farewell ! the voice you hear, Has left its last soft tone with you, — Its next must join the seaward cheer, And shout among the shouting crew. " The accents which I scarce could form Beneath your frown's controlling check, Must give the word, above the storm, To cut the mast, and clear the wreck. " The timid eye I dared not raise,— The hand that shook when...