A few hours with Scott: being sketches in the way of supplement to the two poems of 'The lord of the Isles', and of 'Rokeby'. By one of his old readers |
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Page 28 - Tis now a seraph bold, with touch of fire, 'Tis now the brush of fairy's frolic wing. Receding now, the dying numbers ring Fainter and fainter down the rugged dell, And now the mountain breezes scarcely bring A wand'ring witch-note of the distant spell, And now, 'tis silent all ! — Enchantress, fare thee well ! END OF CANTO SIXTH.
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Page 66 - Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our...
Page 32 - I hope you will like Bertram to the end; he is a Caravaggio sketch, which, I may acknowledge to you — but tell it not in Gath — I rather pique myself upon; and he is within the keeping of Nature, though critics will say to the contrary.