The History of Civilisation in Scotland, Volume 4

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Page 181 - Oh, bloodiest picture in the book of Time, Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime; Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe!
Page 184 - While many a broken band, Disorder'd, through her currents dash, To gain the Scottish land ; To town and tower, to down and dale, To tell red Flodden's dismal tale, And raise the universal wail. Tradition, legend, tune, and song, Shall many an age that wail prolong : Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife, and carnage drear, Of Flodden's fatal field. Where shiver'd was fair Scotland's spear, And broken was her shield ! XXXV.
Page 275 - It can engrave a seal, and crush masses of obdurate metal before it — draw out, without breaking, a thread as fine as gossamer, and lift a ship of war like a bauble in the air. It can embroider muslin and forge anchors — cut steel into ribands, and impel loaded vessels against the fury of the winds and waves.
Page 54 - He naturally loses, therefore, the habit of such exertion, and generally becomes as stupid and ignorant as it is possible for a human creature to become.
Page 229 - Who is it that rears up the shade of those lofty forests, and blasts them with the quick lightning at his pleasure ? — The same Being who gave to you a country on the other side of the waters, and gave ours to us ; and by this title we will defend it,' said the warrior, throwing down his tomahawk upon the ground, and raising the war-sound of his nation.
Page 182 - The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, The Earth with age was wan, The skeletons of nations were Around that lonely man ! Some had expired in fight, — the brands Still rusted in their bony hands; In plague and famine some...
Page 154 - Sorrow,' for thee and all the wretched ! Thy path of thorns is nigh ended. One long last look at the Tuileries, where thy step was once so light, — where thy children shall not dwell. The head is on the block; the axe rushes — Dumb lies the World ; that wild-yelling World, and all its madness, is behind thee.
Page 27 - Let us fix our attention out of ourselves as much as possible, let us chase our imagination to the heavens or to the utmost limits of the universe: we never really advance a step beyond ourselves, nor can conceive any kind of existence but those perceptions which have appeared in that narrow compass.
Page 47 - As soon as the land of any country has all become private property, the landlords, like all other men, love to reap where they never sowed, and demand a rent even for its natural produce.
Page 454 - A Government in every country should be just like a Corporation,* and in this country it is made up of the landed interest which alone has a right to be represented.

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