Godfrey Malvern; Or, The Life of an Author

T. Miller, 1844 - 400 sider
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Side 305 - The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath ; it is twice blessed ; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes...
Side 384 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Side 312 - The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name! Reader, attend! whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit; Know prudent cautious self-control Is wisdom's root.
Side 334 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Side 213 - ... being the easy chief of a large establishment, was now doing half the work of the house, at probably half his former wages. Old Peter, who had been for five-and-twenty years a dignified coachman, was now ploughman in ordinary, only putting his horses to the carriage upon high and rare occasions ; and so on with all the rest that remained of the ancient train. And all, to my view, seemed happier than they had ever done before.
Side 36 - Through flowery towns go sounding on their way : They pass the streaked woodbine's sun-stained arch, And onward glide through streets of sheeted May, Nor, till they reach the summer-roses, stay, Where maiden-buds are wrapt in dewy dreams, Drowsy through breathing back the new-mown hay, That rolls its fragrance o'er the fringed streams, — Mirrors in which the...
Side 397 - They parted— ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining— They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between. But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Side 213 - All this warm and respectful solicitude must have had a preciously soothing influence on the mind of Scott, who may be said to have lived upon love. No man cared less about popular admiration and applause; but for the least chill on the affection of any near and dear to him he had the sensitiveness of a maiden. I cannot forget, in particular, how his eyes sparkled when he first pointed out to me Peter Mathieson guiding the plough on the haugh: "Egad," said he, "auld Pepe (this was the children's...
Side 38 - They come from still green nooks, woods old and hoary — The silent work of many a summer night, Ere those tall trees attained their giant glory, Or their dark tops did tower that cloudy height — They come from spots which the grey hawthorns light, Where stream-kissed willows make a silvery shiver. For years their steps have worn those footpaths bright Which wind along the fields and by the river, That makes a murmuring sound, a "ribble-bibble...
Side 38 - A troop of soldiers pass with stately pace, — Their early music wakes the village street : Through yon white blinds peeps many a lovely face, Smiling — perchance unconsciously how sweet ! One does the carpet press with blue-veined feet, Not thinking how her fair neck she exposes, But with white foot timing the drum's deep beat; And, when again she on her pillow dozes, Dreams how she'll dance that tune 'mong Summer's richest roses.

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