...potentate, mighty no more, but majestic still in his agony. Uu they went, in counterfeited pomp, in senseless uproar, in frenzied merriment, trampling...heart. On swept the tumult, and left a silent street bchind. * * • * * " Well, Robin, are you dreaming ? " inquired the geutleman, laying his hand ou...

...potentate, mighty no more, but majestic still in his agony. On ' they went, in counterfeited pomp, in senseless uproar, in frenzied merriment, trampling...dreaming ? " inquired the gentleman, laying his hand on t lie youth's shoulder. Robin started, and withdrew his arm from the stone post to which he had instinctively...

...potentate, mighty no more, but majestic still in his agony. On they went, in counterfeited pomp, in senseless uproar, in frenzied merriment, trampling...the tumult, and left a silent street behind. "Well. Kobin. are you dreaming?" inquired the gentleman, laying his hand on the youth's shoulder. Robin started,...

...potentate, mighty no more, but majestic still in his agony. On they went, in counterfeited pomp, in senseless uproar, in frenzied merriment, trampling...swept the tumult, and left a silent street behind. _^ \ " Well, Robin, are you dreaming ? " inquired the gentleman, laying his hand on the youth's shoulder....

...potentate, mighty no more, but majestic still in his agony. On they went, in counterfeited pomp, in senseless uproar, in frenzied merriment, trampling...the stone post, to which he had instinctively clung, while the living stream rolled by him. His cheek was somewhat pale, and his eye not quite so lively...

...Kinsman, Major Molineux": The Several Voices of Independence On they went, in counterfeited pomp, in senseless uproar, in frenzied merriment, trampling all on an old man's heart. The fundamental analogy between the forces that shape individual being and those that move history...

...potentate, mighty no more, but majestic still in his agony. On they went, in counterfeited pomp, in senseless uproar, in frenzied merriment, trampling...swept the tumult, and left a silent street behind. (p. 230) Not Scott himself in the Life of Napoleon Buonaparte ever denounced revolutionary mob violence...

...potentate, mighty no more, but majestic still in his agony. On they went, in counterfeited pomp, in senseless uproar, in frenzied merriment, trampling...swept the tumult, and left a silent street behind." The "frenzied merriment," the ecstatic joy that sweeps the crowd out of its everyday state into the...

...potentate, mighty no more, but ma(estic still in his agony. On they went, in counterfeited pomp, in senseless uproar, in frenzied merriment, trampling all on an old man's heart" (X1, 230). Yet, at the very moment of climax, at the very height of the instant in which he brought...

...agony: "On they went, in counterfeited pomp [note how the rebels parody the authority they resist], in senseless uproar, in frenzied merriment, trampling all on an old man's heart" (T&S, 86). The injured and oppressed indeed seem the source of disturbance and violence. It is only...