Campbell; Or, The Scottish Probationer. A NovelOliver, 1819 |
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... morning , while my father was in the act of leading gray Dobbin from the stable , that the area before his door was suddenly filled with dragoons . -A subaltern officer rode up , and told my father that he must immediately have his ...
... morning , while my father was in the act of leading gray Dobbin from the stable , that the area before his door was suddenly filled with dragoons . -A subaltern officer rode up , and told my father that he must immediately have his ...
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... morning to night while I was doing nothing , and literally walking about like a gentleman : -I therefore became de- termined , whatever might be my fate , to be no longer a burden on my industrious pa- rents . To be a tutor in a ...
... morning to night while I was doing nothing , and literally walking about like a gentleman : -I therefore became de- termined , whatever might be my fate , to be no longer a burden on my industrious pa- rents . To be a tutor in a ...
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... morning ; Mr L. separated from me by the way , and I reached home , much pleased with our little excursion . After supper , my mother began to expa- tiate on the apparently good qualities of my friend , and added , that his abrupt ...
... morning ; Mr L. separated from me by the way , and I reached home , much pleased with our little excursion . After supper , my mother began to expa- tiate on the apparently good qualities of my friend , and added , that his abrupt ...
Strana 48
... morning , taking my walk , I saw her returning by another path ; I plunged into the thicket , and hastened to a rustic seat which she had just left . A few paces from the seat , I observed a folded piece of paper lying , which I eagerly ...
... morning , taking my walk , I saw her returning by another path ; I plunged into the thicket , and hastened to a rustic seat which she had just left . A few paces from the seat , I observed a folded piece of paper lying , which I eagerly ...
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... morning . Peter , recollecting the proverb , “ Strike the iron while it is hot , " gave a frank or well feigned assent ; shook the widow by the hand ; and sealed the contract by a hearty smack on her purple lips . Preliminaries thus ...
... morning . Peter , recollecting the proverb , “ Strike the iron while it is hot , " gave a frank or well feigned assent ; shook the widow by the hand ; and sealed the contract by a hearty smack on her purple lips . Preliminaries thus ...
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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...