The Waverley Novels, 26권A. and C. Black, 1860 |
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17 페이지 - Indeed, his figure was so closely veiled and wimpled, either with a mantle, morning-gown, or some such loose garb, that the verses of Spenser might well have been applied — "Yet, certes, by her face and physnomy, Whether she man or woman only were, That could not any creature well descry.
399 페이지 - ... ends slightly with the wet end of a napkin. His legs were very weak, having had (as was thought) some foul play in his youth, or rather before he was born, that he was not able to stand at seven years of age, that weakness made him ever leaning on other men's shoulders; his walk was ever circular, his fingers ever in that walk fiddling about his cod-piece.
207 페이지 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in sueing 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 Peers...
9 페이지 - I see such lack of good order and sobriety as I have now done. The gunpowder fright is got out of all our heads, and we are going on hereabout as if the devil was contriving every man should blow up himself by wild riot, excess, and devastation of time and temperance. The great ladies do go well masqued ; and, indeed, it be the only show of their modesty to conceal their countenance ; but alack, they meet with such countenance to uphold their strange doings, that I marvel not at aught that happens...
21 페이지 - He challenges a comparison between the Novel and the Epic. Smollett, Le 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.
244 페이지 - Fear not, Macbeth; no man that's born of woman Shall e'er have power upon thee." Then fly, false thanes, And mingle with the English epicures: The mind I sway by and the heart I bear Shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.
403 페이지 - 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...
27 페이지 - When I light on such a character as Bailie Jarvie, or Dalgetty, my imagination brightens, and my conception becomes clearer at every step which I make in his company, although it leads me many a weary mile away from the regular road, and forces me to leap hedge and ditch to get back into the route again.
406 페이지 - Hear him, See you yon wood ? there Richard lay With his whole army ; look the other way, And lo, where Richmond, in a field of gorse, Encamp'd himself in might and all his force. Upon this hill they met.
297 페이지 - Ah Ben ! Say how or .when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ; Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad? And yet each verse of thine Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine.