Campbell; Or, The Scottish Probationer. A NovelOliver, 1819 |
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Strana 54
... Dear Sir , I hardly know in what terms to address you , conscious that words cannot express my feelings . A recurrence to the recent melancholy change in my fa- mily , I have now reason to believe , will be as painful to you as I feel ...
... Dear Sir , I hardly know in what terms to address you , conscious that words cannot express my feelings . A recurrence to the recent melancholy change in my fa- mily , I have now reason to believe , will be as painful to you as I feel ...
Strana 55
... dear sir , yours sin- cerely , C. B. " This letter served to cherish feelings which it was my duty , although not my in- clination , to suppress . For some time my health was impaired and my spirits deject- ed , but by slow degrees I so ...
... dear sir , yours sin- cerely , C. B. " This letter served to cherish feelings which it was my duty , although not my in- clination , to suppress . For some time my health was impaired and my spirits deject- ed , but by slow degrees I so ...
Strana 60
... dear and ever - to - be - lamented husband , she proposed to her shopman to remain in his office , till she should determine whether she would continue or renounce business , Peter was active and prudent ; the shop gave excellent ...
... dear and ever - to - be - lamented husband , she proposed to her shopman to remain in his office , till she should determine whether she would continue or renounce business , Peter was active and prudent ; the shop gave excellent ...
Strana 78
... dear to my bosom , put me nearly into a rage with her ladyship . My first impulse , however , was to snatch the hapless bard from immediate destruction ; and by the time I had succeeded in this , surprise , with the aid of returning ...
... dear to my bosom , put me nearly into a rage with her ladyship . My first impulse , however , was to snatch the hapless bard from immediate destruction ; and by the time I had succeeded in this , surprise , with the aid of returning ...
Strana 131
... dear to you , and a mother whose heart you would save from anguish , by your affection for them , I conjure you to think of mine . " Whatever you may resolve upon , I can with confidence rely , that this unreserved communication will ...
... dear to you , and a mother whose heart you would save from anguish , by your affection for them , I conjure you to think of mine . " Whatever you may resolve upon , I can with confidence rely , that this unreserved communication will ...
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Strana 142 - Tis education forms the common mind ; Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
Strana 104 - I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation ; nor the musician's which is fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud ; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politic ; nor the lady's, which is nice ; nor the lover's, which is all these : but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Strana 186 - There is a tide in the affairs of men, That, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
Strana 164 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Strana 180 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Strana 156 - I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
Strana 231 - Fame's proud temple shinci afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war...
Strana 111 - Ullin, Fingal's bard, was there ; the sweet voice of the hill of Cona. He praised the daughter of snow, and Morven's" high-descended chief. The daughter of snow overheard, and left the hall of her secret sigh. She came in all her beauty, like the moon from the cloud of the east. Loveliness was around her as light. Her steps were like the music of songs.
Strana 28 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old ; His wither'd cheek, and tresses grey, Seem'd to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry ; For, well-a-day ! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead ; And he, neglected and oppress'd...
Strana 8 - But happy they, the happiest of their kind, Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. 'Tis not the coarser tie of human laws, Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind, That binds their peace ; but harmony itself, Attuning all their passions into love . Where friendship...