The Novels and Poems of Sir Walter Scott: Quentin DurwardEstes, 1894 |
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Page 184 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 1 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury...
Page 61 - The village maid steals through the shade, Her shepherd's suit to hear; To beauty shy, by lattice high, Sings high-born cavalier. The Star of Love, all stars above, Now reigns o'er earth and sky; And high and low the influence know — But where is County Guy?
Page xii - The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul.
Page 60 - It is, therefore, scarcely fair to put upon record lines intended not to be said or read, but only to be sung. But such scraps of old poetry have always had a sort of fascination for us; and as the tune is lost for ever, unless Bishop happens to find the notes, or some lark teaches Stephens to warble the air, we will risk our credit, and the taste of the Lady of the Lute, by preserving the verses, simple and even rude as they are. Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh, The sun has left the lea, The orange...
Page 98 - Ah, freedom is a noble thing, — Freedom makes man to have liking — Freedom the zest to pleasure gives — He lives at ease who freely lives. Grief, sickness, poortith, want, are all Suiuni'd up within the name of thrall.
Page 263 - I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.