The Miscellaneous Prose Works of Sir Walter Scott, Bart, Volume 18R. Cadell, 1835 - Novelists, English |
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... fear of those beasts , no man durst ever set foot thereon , till Apollidon , by his cunning , wrought such spells , that it became safe to enter there ; and then the neighbouring people , being assured of this , took advantage thereof ...
... fear of those beasts , no man durst ever set foot thereon , till Apollidon , by his cunning , wrought such spells , that it became safe to enter there ; and then the neighbouring people , being assured of this , took advantage thereof ...
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... fear and pity of the inhabitants at his approach — the military train slowly parading its streets , and seeking in vain for hospitality or repose ; -the swelling heart of the leader venting itself in devotion , when he saw every house ...
... fear and pity of the inhabitants at his approach — the military train slowly parading its streets , and seeking in vain for hospitality or repose ; -the swelling heart of the leader venting itself in devotion , when he saw every house ...
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... my hand , and tie it fast to my wrist , and place my spear and shield as they ought to be ; and when my enemies shall see me in that manner , their fear • and dread will be still so great , that 66 CRITICISM ON NOVELS AND ROMANCES .
... my hand , and tie it fast to my wrist , and place my spear and shield as they ought to be ; and when my enemies shall see me in that manner , their fear • and dread will be still so great , that 66 CRITICISM ON NOVELS AND ROMANCES .
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... fears , returned upon him , not- withstanding the metaphorical assurance which this vision had conveyed to his mind . Whatever wild and wayward shadow streamed across the restless region of his thoughts , was arrested like a sus ...
... fears , returned upon him , not- withstanding the metaphorical assurance which this vision had conveyed to his mind . Whatever wild and wayward shadow streamed across the restless region of his thoughts , was arrested like a sus ...
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... and as he sat by himself , he sung . ' Hark , ' said Mr Great - heart , ' to what the shep- herd's boy saith ! ' So they harkened , and he said , — ' He that is down needs fear no fall ; SOUTHEY'S LIFE OF JOHN BUNYAN . 115.
... and as he sat by himself , he sung . ' Hark , ' said Mr Great - heart , ' to what the shep- herd's boy saith ! ' So they harkened , and he said , — ' He that is down needs fear no fall ; SOUTHEY'S LIFE OF JOHN BUNYAN . 115.
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Page 68 - Now this part of my work I fulfilled with great sense ; for the terrors of the law and guilt for my transgressions lay heavy on my conscience : I preached what I felt; what I smartingly did feel; even that under which my poor soul did groan and tremble to astonishment.
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Page 249 - The other Shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either — black it stood as Night, Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
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