The Miscellaneous Prose Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, Volume 18R. Cadell, 1835 |
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... look in vain for the delicacy which , according to Burke , robbed vice of half its evil , by depriving it of all its grossness . The tales of the older metrical romancers , founded frequently on fact , and always narrated in a coarse ...
... look in vain for the delicacy which , according to Burke , robbed vice of half its evil , by depriving it of all its grossness . The tales of the older metrical romancers , founded frequently on fact , and always narrated in a coarse ...
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... look for such historical resemblances as we have noticed with as little suc- cess , as if he were to consult a map for the situation of Taprobana , or the Firm Island . We have already observed , that the story of Amadis is constructed ...
... look for such historical resemblances as we have noticed with as little suc- cess , as if he were to consult a map for the situation of Taprobana , or the Firm Island . We have already observed , that the story of Amadis is constructed ...
Halaman 46
... look up , for there was the herb which should restore to him his appetite : the tongue , quoth he , which insulted you is no longer a tongue , and the hand which wronged you is no longer a hand . And the old man arose and embraced his ...
... look up , for there was the herb which should restore to him his appetite : the tongue , quoth he , which insulted you is no longer a tongue , and the hand which wronged you is no longer a hand . And the old man arose and embraced his ...
Halaman 54
... look upon the champion as he rode through the solitary streets of their city . When he came to his posada , or hotel , and struck against the door with his foot , none made answer but a little girl of nine years old , who informed him ...
... look upon the champion as he rode through the solitary streets of their city . When he came to his posada , or hotel , and struck against the door with his foot , none made answer but a little girl of nine years old , who informed him ...
Halaman 60
... Look , with a bloody sword , and a horse all sweat , this is the way that we conquer the Moors ! Pray God that I may live yet awhile for your sakes , and you shall enter into great honour , and they shall kiss your hands . ' Then my Cid ...
... Look , with a bloody sword , and a horse all sweat , this is the way that we conquer the Moors ! Pray God that I may live yet awhile for your sakes , and you shall enter into great honour , and they shall kiss your hands . ' Then my Cid ...
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Halaman 133 - Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand : Why dost thou lash that whore ? strip thine own back ; Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind, For which thou whipp'st her.
Halaman 93 - A man i' the clouds, and hear him speak to thee ? Wouldst thou be in a dream, and yet not sleep ? Or wouldst thou in a moment laugh and weep ? Wouldst thou lose thyself and catch no harm, And find thyself again without a charm ? Wouldst read thyself, and read thou know'st not what, And yet know whether thou art blest or not, By reading the same lines ? O then come hither, And lay my book, thy head and heart together.
Halaman 248 - A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.
Halaman 249 - It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, ""Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Halaman 295 - Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin or swart faery of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
Halaman 68 - Now this part of my work I fulfilled with great sense ; for the terrors of the law and guilt for my transgressions lay heavy on my conscience : I preached what I felt; what I smartingly did feel; even that under which my poor soul did groan and tremble to astonishment.
Halaman 59 - Just when he was come over against the mouth of the burning pit, one of the wicked ones got behind him, and stepped up softly to him, and whisperingly suggested many grievous blasphemies to him, which he verily thought had proceeded from his own mind.
Halaman 249 - The other Shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either — black it stood as Night, Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Halaman 250 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
Halaman 277 - ... melody, Towns, palaces, and cities fine ; Here now, then there ; the world is mine, Rare beauties, gallant ladies shine, Whate'er is lovely or divine. All other joys to this are folly, None so sweet as melancholy. Methinks I hear, methinks I see Ghosts, goblins, fiends ; my...