The Crayon Miscellany

G. P. Putnam, 1882 - 379 páginas

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Página 208 - If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Página 334 - Who did not love her better : — in her home, A thousand leagues from his, — her native home, She dwelt, begirt with growing Infancy, Daughters and sons of Beauty, — but behold ! Upon' her face there was the tint of grief, The settled shadow of an inward strife, And an unquiet drooping of the eye As if its lid were charged with unshed tears.
Página 207 - A palmer's amice wrapped him round, With a wrought Spanish baldric bound, Like a pilgrim from beyond the sea: His left hand held his Book of Might, A silver cross was in his right; The lamp was placed beside his knee.
Página 278 - Through thy battlements, Newstead. the hollow winds whistle, Thou, the hall of my fathers, art gone to decay ; In thy once smiling garden, the hemlock and thistle Have choked up the rose which once bloomed in the way.
Página 319 - Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him: he had look'd Upon it till it could not pass away; He had no breath, no.
Página 202 - 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 shooting-coat, with a...
Página 293 - Leman's is fair; but think not I forsake The sweet remembrance of a dearer shore; Sad havoc Time must with my memory make, Ere that or thou can fade these eyes before; Though, like all things which I have loved, they are Resign'd for ever, or divided far.
Página 239 - True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank ; A ferlie he spied wi' his e'e ; And there he saw a ladye bright, Come riding down by the Eildon tree. Her skirt w:is o' the grass green silk, Her mantle o" the velvet fyne ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane Hung fifty siller bells and nine.
Página 232 - Scott had caused to be cleaned and varnished, and placed it on a chest of drawers in his chamber, immediately opposite his bed ; where I have seen it, grinning most dismally. It was an object of great awe and horror to the superstitious housemaids ; and Scott used to amuse himself with their apprehensions.
Página 239 - Her shirt was o' the grass-green silk, Her mantle o' the velvet fyne ; At ilka tett of her horse's mane, Hung fifty siller bells and nine. True Thomas, he pull'd aff his cap, And louted low down to his knee, " All hail, thou mighty queen of heaven ! For thy peer on earth I never did see.

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