The Waverley Novels, Volume 3A. and C. Black, 1860 |
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... hour ; But scarce I praise their venturous part , Who tamper with such dangerous art . LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . INTRODUCTION ( 1829 ) . THE Novel or Romance of WAVERLEY made its way to the public slowly , of course , at first , but ...
... hour ; But scarce I praise their venturous part , Who tamper with such dangerous art . LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL . INTRODUCTION ( 1829 ) . THE Novel or Romance of WAVERLEY made its way to the public slowly , of course , at first , but ...
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... hour rolled on , the terrors of the hateful Presence grew more confounding to the mortal senses of the victim , and the knot of the accursed sophistry became more inextricable in appear- ance , at least to the prey whom its meshes ...
... hour rolled on , the terrors of the hateful Presence grew more confounding to the mortal senses of the victim , and the knot of the accursed sophistry became more inextricable in appear- ance , at least to the prey whom its meshes ...
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... hour , and minute , have been long removed from the mortal sphere . Having thus given some account of the first idea , or rude sketch of the story , which was soon departed from , the author , in following out the plan of the present ...
... hour , and minute , have been long removed from the mortal sphere . Having thus given some account of the first idea , or rude sketch of the story , which was soon departed from , the author , in following out the plan of the present ...
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... That he the Keeper's house did find . 5 . He went and knocked at the door , He thought it was so late an hour . The Forester did let him in , And kindly entertained him . 6 . About the middle of the night , When GUY MANNERING 35.
... That he the Keeper's house did find . 5 . He went and knocked at the door , He thought it was so late an hour . The Forester did let him in , And kindly entertained him . 6 . About the middle of the night , When GUY MANNERING 35.
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... your conscience sting . 7 . At seven years hence your fate will be , You must be hanged upon a tree ; Then pray to God both night and day , To let that hour pass away . 8 . When he these woeful lines did read , 388 WAVERLEY NOVELS.
... your conscience sting . 7 . At seven years hence your fate will be , You must be hanged upon a tree ; Then pray to God both night and day , To let that hour pass away . 8 . When he these woeful lines did read , 388 WAVERLEY NOVELS.
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Annesley answered appearance Astrologer auld bairn better Brown called Carlaverock Castle castle character Charles Hazlewood Charlie child circumstances Colonel Mannering Dandie daughter dear Derncleugh Dinmont Dirk Hatteraick Dominie Sampson door e'en Ellan Ellangowan farmer father fear feelings flageolet fortune frae Frank Kennedy Galloway gentleman gipsy Glossin gude gudewife guest Guy Mannering hame hand Hazlewood head heard honour hope horse Jean Jean Gordon Julia Kippletringan Laird land landlady Liddesdale light look Lord Lucy Bertram lugger Mac-Candlish Mac-Morlan mair Mannering's Matilda maun Merrilies Mervyn mind Miss Bertram Miss Mannering morning muckle never night observed occasion ower parlour person poor portmanteau postilion precentor reader road round ruins scene Scotland seemed story stranger supposed sure there's thought tion traveller turned Warroch WAVERLEY NOVELS weel woman Woodbourne ye'll young lady
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Page 344 - Nor board nor garner own we now, Nor roof nor latched door, Nor kind mate, bound, by holy vow, To bless a good man's store. Noon lulls us in a gloomy den, And night is grown our day ; Uprouse ye, then, my merry men ! And use it as ye may.
Page 201 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
Page 211 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God: where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried: the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
Page 96 - Twist ye, twine ye ! even so Mingle shades of joy and woe, Hope and fear, and peace, and strife, In the thread of human life.
Page 109 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Page 152 - His eye-balls farther out than when he lived. Staring full ghastly like a strangled man : His hair uprear'd, his nostrils stretch'd with struggling ; His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdued.
Page 201 - As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours. Where are they ? with the years beyond the flood. It is the signal that demands despatch. How much is to be done! My hopes and fears Start up alarmed, and o'er life's narrow verge Look down — on what ? a fathomless abyss ! A dread eternity...
Page 219 - Our Polly is a sad Slut ! nor heeds what we have taught her. I wonder any Man alive will ever rear a Daughter...
Page 85 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Page 135 - ... that your braw cradle at hame be the fairer spread up : not that I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that's yet to be born — God forbid — and make them kind to the poor, and better folk than their father ! — And now, ride e'en your ways ; for these are the last words ye'll ever hear Meg Merrilies speak, and this is the last reise * that I'll ever cut in the bonny woods of Ellangowan.