The Waverley Novels: An AppreciationJ. Maclehose, 1907 - 136 sayfa |
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Sayfa 76 - Ride your ways,' said the gipsy, ' ride your ways, Laird of Ellangowan ; ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram ! This day have ye quenched seven smoking hearths ; see if the fire in your ain parlour burn the blyther for that. Ye have riven the thack off seven cottar houses ; look if your ain roof-tree stand the faster. Ye may stable your stirks in the shealings at Derncleugh ; see that the hare does not couch on the hearthstane at Ellangowan. Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram ; what do ye glower after our...
Sayfa 132 - 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.
Sayfa 76 - Bertram — what do ye glowr after our folk for? — There's thirty hearts there, that wad hae wanted bread ere ye had wanted sunkets, and spent their life-blood ere ye had scratched your finger — Yes — there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born last week, that ye have turned out o' their bits o' bields, to sleep with the tod and the black-cock in the moors!
Sayfa vii - So here shall silence guard thy fame But somewhere, out of human view, Whate'er thy hands are set to do Is wrought with tumult of acclaim.
Sayfa 1 - The noble heart that harbours virtuous thought, And is with child of glorious great intent, Can never rest until it forth have brought Th' eternal brood of glory excellent.
Sayfa 12 - There is a touch of the old spirit in me yet that bids me brave the tempest, — the spirit that, in spite of manifold infirmities, made me a roaring boy in my youth, a desperate climber, a bold rider, a deep drinker, and a stout player at single-stick, of all which valuable qualities there are now but slender remains.
Sayfa 46 - Without being so presumptuous as to hope to emulate the rich humour, pathetic tenderness, and admirable tact, which pervade the works of my accomplished friend, I felt that something might be attempted for my own country, of the same kind with that which Miss Edgeworth so fortunately achieved for Ireland...
Sayfa 87 - Else unremembered, and so keeps alive The kindly mood in hearts which lapse of years, And that half-wisdom half-experience gives, Make slow to feel, and by sure steps resign To selfishness and cold oblivious cares.
Sayfa 100 - tis no laughing matter ; little by little, whatever your wishes may be, you will destroy and undermine, until nothing of what makes Scotland Scotland shall remain.
Sayfa 53 - Author. You say well. But no man of honour, genius, or spirit would make the mere love of gain the chief, far less the only, purpose of his labours. For myself, I am not displeased to find the game a winning one ; yet while I pleased the public, I should probably continue it merely for the pleasure of playing, for I have felt as strongly as most folks that love of composition which is perhaps the strongest of all instincts, driving the author to the pen, the painter to the palette, often without...