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Strona 202 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the Springs of Dove, A maid whom there were few [none] to praise And very few to love. A violet, by a mossy stone, Half hidden from the eye. Fair as a star when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown; and few could know, When Lucy ceased to be. But she is in the [her] grave, and oh! The difference to me.
Strona 93 - He has a fouth o' auld nick-nackets : Rusty aim caps and jinglin jackets, Wad baud the Lothians three in tackets, A towmont gude ; And parritch-pats, and auld saut-backets, Before the Flood. Of Eve's first fire he has a cinder ; Auld Tubalcain's fire-shool and fender; That which distinguished the gender O' Balaam's ass ; A broom-stick o' the witch of Endor, Weel shod wi
Strona 98 - ... his horse, by Allan of Edinburgh, a noble portrait over the fire-place ; and the only bust is that of Shakspeare, from the Avon monument, in a small niche in the centre of the east side. On a rich stand of porphyry, in one corner, reposes a tall silver urn filled with bones from the Piraeus, and bearing the inscription, ' Given by George Gordon, Lord Byron, to Sir Walter Scott, Bart.
Strona 202 - Half hidden from the eye ! —Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and O! The difference to me ! 178.
Strona 235 - As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
Strona 197 - Menai's straits the bending bridge ; Structures of more ambitious enterprise, Than minstrels in the age of old romance To their own Merlin's magic lore ascribed. Nor hath he for his native land...
Strona 60 - tis hard to feel resign'd, When they must all be left behind. But when the pilgrim's staff we take, And follow Christ from shore to shore, Gladly for Him we all forsake, Press on, and only look before ; Though humbled nature mourns her loss, The spirit glories in the cross.
Strona 98 - On either side of the fire-place there are shelves filled with books of reference, chiefly, of course, folios ; but except these, there are no books save the contents of a light gallery which runs round three sides of the room, and is reached by a hanging stair of carved oak in one corner. There are only two portraits — an original of the beautiful and melancholy head of Claverhouse (Bonny Dundee), and a small full-length of Rob Roy.
Strona 230 - Slra'simd's city he vowed lo gain, Though it held to heaven with bolt and chain. TRUMPETER. Will no man throttle him, once for all ? CAPUCHIN. A wizard, a fiend-invoking Saul, A Jehu ; or he whom Judith slew, By a woman's hand in his cups who died; Like him who his Master and Lord denied, Who was deaf to the warning cock that crew, Like him, when the cock crows, he cannot hear. FIRST JÄGER.
Strona 291 - ... her united; but her own disinclination, to the cause of which he must remain a stranger, continually stood in the way, until at length, what at the first he respected as a woman's right, he came at length to treat as a child's perverseness; and being accustomed to obedience, as the companion and colleague of arbitrary men leagued in the bad resolution of bowing a nation's will from the service of God, he was tender upon the point of his authority, especially over a child whom he had so cherished...