'Christopher North,': A Memoir of John Wilson, Late Professor of Moral Philosophy in the University of EdinburghW. J. Widdleton, 1863 - 484 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 229 - Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!
الصفحة 236 - The orthodox high-church sound of the Mitre, — the figure and manner of the celebrated Samuel Johnson, — the extraordinary power and precision of his conversation, and the pride arising from finding myself admitted as his companion, produced a variety of sensations, and a pleasing elevation of mind beyond what I had ever before experienced.
الصفحة 7 - ... so a Scotch mist becomes a shower — and a shower a flood — and a flood a storm — and a storm a tempest — and a tempest thunder and lightning — and thunder and lightning heavenquake and earthquake — till the heart of poor wee Kit quaked, and almost died within him in the desert.
الصفحة 181 - Which his maid dressed very fine ; There was also a little Malmsey, And a bottle of Bordeaux, Which between me and the Captain Passed nimbly to and fro. Oh ! I ne'er shall take pot-luck with Captain Paton no mo ! 7.
الصفحة 400 - ... piteous than aught that trills from earthly instrument was the scarce audible dirge. It seemed to float over the stream, every foam-bell emitting a plaintive note, till the airy anthem came floating over our couch, and then alighted without footsteps among the heather.
الصفحة 1 - A tug — a tug! With face ten times flushed and pale by turns ere you could count ten, he at last has strength, in the agitation of his fear and joy, to pull away at the monster — and there he lies in his beauty among the gowans and the greensward, for he has whapped him right over his head and far away, a fish a quarter of an ounce in weight, and, at the very least, two inches long ! Oft...
الصفحة 318 - ... would become of Old North and Blackwood, and all our friends for game, were I to come to Elleray just now ? I know of no home of man where I could be so happy within doors with so many lovely and joyous faces around me ; but this is not the season for in-door enjoyments ; they must be reaped on the wastes among the blooming heath, by the silver spring, or swathed in the delicious breeze of the wilderness. Elleray, with all its sweets, could never have been my choice for a habitation, and perhaps...
الصفحة 274 - ... with all its horrible degradations, is more than I am able to bear. At this moment I have not a place to hide my head in. Something I meditate, — I know not what, — ' Itaque e conspectu omnium abiit.' With a good publisher, and leisure to premeditate what I write, I might yet liberate myself, after which, having paid everybody, I would slink into some dark corner — educate my children — and show my face in the world no more.
الصفحة 94 - T' seam neet there was yan o' their wives cum to fetch her husband heam, an' she was rayder ower strang i' t' tung wi' him afore t' heal comp'ny. Well, he took it all i' good pairt, but as he went away he shouted oot t' aad minister, 'Od dang ye, parson, it wor ye at teed us two tegidder ! ... It was a' life an' murth amang us, as lang as Professor Wilson was at Wastd'le Head.
الصفحة 338 - TO CHRISTOPHER NORTH. You did late review my lays, Crusty Christopher ; You did mingle blame and praise, Rusty Christopher. When I learnt from whom it came I forgave you all the blame, Musty Christopher ; I could not forgive the praise, Fusty Christopher.