Waverley Novels, 26±Ç

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Robert Cadell, Edinburgh, and Whittaker & Company London., 1819

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xxv ÆäÀÌÁö - Their destined glance some fated youth descry, Who now, perhaps, in lusty vigour seen, And rosy health, shall soon lamented die. For them the viewless forms of air obey; Their bidding heed, and at their beck repair: They know what spirit brews the stormful day, And, heartless, oft like moody madness, stare To see the phantom train their secret work prepare.
168 ÆäÀÌÁö - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To lose good days that might be better spent ; To waste long nights in pensive discontent ; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope ; to pine with fear and sorrow ; To have thy Prince's grace, yet want her peer?
96 ÆäÀÌÁö - He was deeply learned, without possessing useful knowledge; sagacious in many individual cases, without having real wisdom ; fond of his power, and desirous to maintain and augment it, yet willing to resign the direction of that and of himself, to the most unworthy favourites; a big and bold...
liii ÆäÀÌÁö - There are the sacred and eternal boundaries of honour and virtue. My course is like the enchanted chamber of Britomart — Where as she look'd about, she did behold How over that same door was likewise writ, Be Bold— Be Bold, and everywhere Be Bold. Whereat she mused, and could not construe it : At last she spied at that room's upper end Another iron door, on which was writ — BE NOT TOO BOLD.
91 ÆäÀÌÁö - Gill, which, if the writer's memory serves him, occupies between five and six hundred printed quarto pages, and must therefore have filled more pages of manuscript than the number mentioned in the text, has this quatrain at the end of the volume — With one good pen I wrote this book, Made of a grey goose quill ; A pen it was when it I took, And a pen I leave it still.
xxxi ÆäÀÌÁö - Sage, and others, emancipating themselves from the strictness of the rules he has laid down, have written rather a history of the miscellaneous adventures which befall an individual in the course of life, than the plot of a regular and connected epopeia, where every step brings us a point nearer to the final catastrophe. These great masters have been satisfied if they amused the reader upon the road, though the conclusion only arrived because the tale must have an end, just as the traveller alights...
238 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fair mein, discourses, civil exercise, And all the blazon of a gentleman ? Where can he learn to vault, to ride, to fence, To move his body gracefuller, to speak His language purer, or to tune his mind, Or manners, more to the harmony of nature, Than in these nurseries of nobility ? Host. Ay, that was when the nursery's self was noble, And only virtue made it, not the market...
xxxix ÆäÀÌÁö - But I think there is a demon who seats himself on the feather of my pen when I begin to write, and leads it astray from the purpose. Characters expand under my hand ; incidents are multiplied ; the story lingers, while the materials increase; my regular mansion turns out a Gothic anomaly, and the work is closed long before I have attained the point I proposed. Captain. Resolution and determined forbearance might remedy that evil. Author. Alas ! my dear sir, you do not know the force of paternal affection.
167 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... which caused great fear, tumult, and confusion among the spectators and throughout the hall, every one fearing hurt, as if the devil had been present and grown angry to have his workmanship showed to such as were not his own scholars.
238 ÆäÀÌÁö - Call you that desperate, which, by a line Of institution, from our ancestors Hath been derived down to us, and received In a succession for the noblest way Of breeding up our youth, in letters, arms, Fair mien, discourses, civil exercise, And all the blazon of a gentleman ? Where can he learn to vault, to ride, to fence, To move his body gracefuller, to speak His language purer, or to tune his mind Or manners more to the harmony of nature, Than in these nurseries of nobility?

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