The nocturnal minstrel; or, The spirit of the wood

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Page 113 - From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Page 113 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Page 50 - 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.
Page 192 - Bertrand is rather of a sombre cast, and some of his adventures border too much on the marvellous : we can, nevertheless, venture to recommend it as an amusing and unexceptionable novel, and one with which every reader of taste and sensibility must be highly gratified.
Page 192 - ... is not a single love adventure throughout the whole; yet the author has ingeniously contrived to awaken attention, and keep his reader in suspense to the last page. The fate of Bertrand is...
Page 192 - This work contains an unusual degree of interest, and is very different in its construction from the general run of novels, aS there is not a. single love adventure throughout the...
Page 192 - ... and moral. It shews the powers of Friendship, and the benefit of her exertions : but we were sorry to see the noble and ardent Sir Eustace led by his affection for his friend into an act of treachery, even towards the despicable Bolebec. The abbot's description of his old age is touching and pathetic.
Page 192 - The style of this novel is always simple and dignified, and in some parts even masterly ; and the story, though rather intricate, is interbeting and moral.
Page 135 - To man below, beneath the heav'n ; It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes soon as granted die ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead deaiie it doth not die.

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