Altrive tales, collected among the peasantry of Scotland and from foreign adventures by the Ettrick shepherd, with illustr. by G. CruickshankJ. Cochrane and Company, 1832 - 190 pages |
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Allan Cunningham appearance Araby Argyle army asked astonishment ballads beautiful believe better Blackwood brought called Captain colonel cows cried delight Drummond duke duke of Argyle durst Edinburgh Ettrick Ettrick Forest eyes face farther fell Finlay Finlayson friends gallant gave gentleman GEORGE CRUIKSHANK give going Grieve hand head heard heart Highland honour horse James Jock Jock's Karoo king king of Sweden knew knife lady Laidlaw laughed literary live Lochy Lockhart look Lord master ment military tactics mother never saw night obliged officers Old Mortality once ourang-outang perceived pike-staff poem poetical poor Prince Iset published queen regiment remember Scotland Scott sent servant sheep shepherd Sir Walter Scott songs soon stood sword tell thing thought tion told took whole wife William Laidlaw word wounded write young
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Page xv - ... Whether my manner of writing it out was new, I know not, but it was not without singularity. Having very little spare time from my flock, which was unruly enough, I folded and stitched a few sheets of paper, which I carried in my pocket. I had no inkhorn ; but, in place of it, I borrowed a small vial, which...
Page cxxv - I have often regretted that myself; but it was merely a piece of ill-nature at an affront which I conceived had been put on me. It was the triumphal arch scene. This anecdote has been told and told again, but never truly; and was likewise brought forward in the...
Page cxv - He, and Skene of Rubislaw, and I were out one night about midnight, leistering kippers in Tweed, about the end of January, not long after the opening of the river for fishing, which was then on the tenth, and...
Page xcviii - The Confessions of a Fanatic;" but it being a story replete with horrors, after I had written it I durst not venture to put my name to it : so it was published anonymously...
Page cxxv - It chanced one night, when I was there, that there was a resplendent arch across the zenith, from the one horizon to the other, of something like the aurora borealis, but much brighter.
Page iii - Of fairy tales of ancient time. 1 learn'd them in the lonely glen, The last abodes of living men ; Where never stranger came our way By summer night, or winter day ; Where neighbouring hind or cot was none, Our converse was with heaven alone, With voices through the cloud that sung, And brooding storms that round us hung.
Page cxxvi - ... scene that is well remembered, for it struck the country with admiration, as such a phenomenon had never before been witnessed in such perfection; and, as far as I could learn, it had been more brilliant over the mountains and pure waters of Westmoreland than anywhere else.
Page cxxvii - Where are they ?" was too bad ! I have always some hopes that De Quincey was leeing, for I did not myself hear Wordsworth utter the words. I have only a single remark to make on the poetry of Wordsworth, and I do it because I never saw the remark made before. It relates to the richness of his works for quotations. For these they are a mine that is altogether inexhaustible. There is nothing in nature that you may not get a quotation out of Words•worth to suit, and a quotation too that breathes the...
Page cxvi - Now, be it remembered, that this ballad had never been either printed or penned. I had merely composed it by rote, and, on finishing it, three years before, I had sung it once over to Sir Walter. I began it at his request ; but, at the eighth or ninth...
Page xxxvii - I was fairly starved into it, and if it had not been for Messrs. Grieve and Scott, would, in a very short time, have been starved out of it again, (p.