The Miscellaneous Prose Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, Volum 18R. Cadell, 1835 |
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Pàgina 21
... thou has no crown- 1 Art not shaved like a monk . For God that bought thee dear , Whether art thou AMADIS OF GAUL . 21.
... thou has no crown- 1 Art not shaved like a monk . For God that bought thee dear , Whether art thou AMADIS OF GAUL . 21.
Pàgina 22
... thou monk , other canon , That preachest me thus here ? " Thou never shouldst have been a knight , To go amongst maidens bright ; Thou shouldst have been a frere : He that learned thee thus to preach , The devil of hell I him biteche ...
... thou monk , other canon , That preachest me thus here ? " Thou never shouldst have been a knight , To go amongst maidens bright ; Thou shouldst have been a frere : He that learned thee thus to preach , The devil of hell I him biteche ...
Pàgina 28
... thou hast asked a great thing ; ' and all who were present were greatly grieved . But the King , who was the most loyal man in the world , bade them not trouble themselves . It is better , ' said he , to lose my daughter than to break ...
... thou hast asked a great thing ; ' and all who were present were greatly grieved . But the King , who was the most loyal man in the world , bade them not trouble themselves . It is better , ' said he , to lose my daughter than to break ...
Pàgina 52
... thou hast told me of thy wish to go into thine own country ; for in this thou hast dealt loyally by me , and saved me from that which might else have happened , to which the Moors have always importuned me . And hadst thou departed privily ...
... thou hast told me of thy wish to go into thine own country ; for in this thou hast dealt loyally by me , and saved me from that which might else have happened , to which the Moors have always importuned me . And hadst thou departed privily ...
Pàgina 53
... thou thus press me , man ? To - day thou swearest me , and to - morrow thou wilt kiss my hand . ' And from that day forward there was no love towards my Cid in the heart of the King . " - P . 88 . The Castilian monarch having this ...
... thou thus press me , man ? To - day thou swearest me , and to - morrow thou wilt kiss my hand . ' And from that day forward there was no love towards my Cid in the heart of the King . " - P . 88 . The Castilian monarch having this ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
The Miscellaneous Prose Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart: Periodical criticism Walter Scott Visualització completa - 1849 |
The Miscellaneous Prose Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, Volum 18 Walter Scott Visualització completa - 1835 |
The Miscellaneous Prose Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, Volum 18 Walter Scott Visualització completa - 1835 |
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Pàgina 133 - Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand : Why dost thou lash that whore ? strip thine own back ; Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind, For which thou whipp'st her.
Pàgina 93 - A man i' the clouds, and hear him speak to thee ? Wouldst thou be in a dream, and yet not sleep ? Or wouldst thou in a moment laugh and weep ? Wouldst thou lose thyself and catch no harm, And find thyself again without a charm ? Wouldst read thyself, and read thou know'st not what, And yet know whether thou art blest or not, By reading the same lines ? O then come hither, And lay my book, thy head and heart together.
Pàgina 248 - A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.
Pàgina 249 - It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, ""Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Pàgina 295 - Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin or swart faery of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
Pàgina 68 - Now this part of my work I fulfilled with great sense ; for the terrors of the law and guilt for my transgressions lay heavy on my conscience : I preached what I felt; what I smartingly did feel; even that under which my poor soul did groan and tremble to astonishment.
Pàgina 59 - Just when he was come over against the mouth of the burning pit, one of the wicked ones got behind him, and stepped up softly to him, and whisperingly suggested many grievous blasphemies to him, which he verily thought had proceeded from his own mind.
Pàgina 249 - The other Shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either — black it stood as Night, Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Pàgina 250 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
Pàgina 277 - ... melody, Towns, palaces, and cities fine ; Here now, then there ; the world is mine, Rare beauties, gallant ladies shine, Whate'er is lovely or divine. All other joys to this are folly, None so sweet as melancholy. Methinks I hear, methinks I see Ghosts, goblins, fiends ; my...