Scott. Hogg. Campbell. Chalmers. Wilson. De Quincey. JeffreyEdward Tuckerman Mason C. Scribner's Sons, 1885 |
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Scott. Hogg. Campbell. Chalmers. Wilson. De Quincey. Jeffrey Edward Tuckerman Mason Vista completa - 1885 |
Scott. Hogg. Campbell. Chalmers. Wilson. De Quincey. Jeffrey Edward Tuckerman Mason Vista completa - 1885 |
Scott. Hogg. Campbell. Chalmers. Wilson. De Quincey. Jeffrey Edward Tuckerman Mason Vista completa - 1885 |
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Página 293 - He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
Página 265 - And folk begin to tak the gate, While we sit bousing at the nappy, An' getting fou and unco happy, We think na on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps and stiles, That lie between us and our hame, Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. This truth fand honest Tam o...
Página 12 - Mr Walter Scott's. He has the most extraordinary genius of a boy I ever saw. He was reading a poem to his mother when I went in. I made him read on : it was the description of a shipwreck. His passion rose with the storm. He lifted his eyes and hands. 'There's the mast gone,' says he; 'crash it goes ! — they will all perish ! ' After his agitation, he turns to me. 'That is too melancholy,' says he; 'I had better read you something more amusing.
Página 227 - A bright, ready, and melodious talker, but in the end an inconclusive and long-winded. One of the smallest man figures I ever saw; shaped like a pair of tongs, and hardly above five feet in all.
Página 19 - lord of the castle" himself made his appearance. I knew him at once by the descriptions I had read and heard, and the likenesses that had been published of him He was tall, and of a large and powerful frame. His dress was simple, and almost rustic. An old green shootingcoat, with a...
Página 219 - You owe this strange intelligence, or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting. Speak, I charge you. WITCHES vanish. BAN. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them.
Página 29 - The conversation of Scott was frank, hearty, picturesque, and dramatic. During the time of my visit he inclined to the comic rather than the grave, in his anecdotes and stories ; and such, I •was told, was his general inclination. He relished a joke, or a trait of humor in social intercourse, and laughed with right good will.
Página 255 - ... set something on fire, the commonest incident being for some one to look up from work or book to say casually, ' Papa, your hair is on fire,' of which a calm ' Is it, my love?' and a hand rubbing out the blaze was all the notice taken.
Página 78 - 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.
Página 61 - ... that ever flowed in the cup of a prince. He rarely took any other potation when quite alone with his family ; but at the Sunday board he circulated the Champagne briskly during dinner, and considered a pint of claret each man's fair share afterwards. I should not o'mit, however, that his...