Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Scott, Bart..

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Page 393 - 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.
Page 396 - Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty God of His great mercy to take unto Himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground ; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust ; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ...
Page 409 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Page 311 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and vet again.
Page 19 - I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again I dare not. Lady M. Infirm of purpose ! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal; For it must seem their guilt.
Page 243 - The tongue offends not that reports his death : And he doth sin that doth belie the dead ; Not he, which says the dead is not alive. Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office ; and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remember'd knolling a departing friend.
Page 397 - The heart knoweth his own bitterness; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy.
Page 264 - But I will punish home: No, I will weep no more. In such a night To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure. In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril! Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all O, that way madness lies; let me shun that; No more of that.
Page 37 - I am persuaded both children and the lower class of readers hate books which are written down to their capacity, and love those that are composed more for their elders and betters. I will make, if possible, a book that a child shall understand, yet a man will feel some temptation to peruse should he chance to take it up.
Page 282 - Tis not in mortals to command success, But we'll do more, Sempronius ; we'll deserve it.

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