Guy Mannering, Or, The Astrologer, Volume 1James Ballantyne and Company For Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, London; and Archibald Constable and Company Edinburgh., 1815 - Scotland - 358 pages |
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Page 129
The last Laird of Glengubble would have brought the estate into the Ellangowan
line ; but happening to go to Harrigate , he there met with Miss Jean Hadaway by
the bye , the Green Dragon at Harrigate is the best house of the twa . - - but for ...
The last Laird of Glengubble would have brought the estate into the Ellangowan
line ; but happening to go to Harrigate , he there met with Miss Jean Hadaway by
the bye , the Green Dragon at Harrigate is the best house of the twa . - - but for ...
Page 139
... gown , and ye wad na have been the waur o ' a clean neck - cloth yoursell - But
ye delight in surprising and hurrying one - I am sure I am no to haud out for ever
against this sort of going onBut when folk ' s missed , then they are moaned .
... gown , and ye wad na have been the waur o ' a clean neck - cloth yoursell - But
ye delight in surprising and hurrying one - I am sure I am no to haud out for ever
against this sort of going onBut when folk ' s missed , then they are moaned .
Page 172
I dare say no , " said the precentor ; " for Miss Bertram comes on the white poney
ilka day to the kirk - and a constant kirk - keeper she is - and it ' s a pleasure to
hear her singing the psalms , winsome young thing . " " Aye , and the young Laird
...
I dare say no , " said the precentor ; " for Miss Bertram comes on the white poney
ilka day to the kirk - and a constant kirk - keeper she is - and it ' s a pleasure to
hear her singing the psalms , winsome young thing . " " Aye , and the young Laird
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Page 193
... cost her her life that samyn night - and the Laird never throve after that day , but
was just careless of every thing - though , when his daughter Miss Lucy grew up ,
she tried to keep order within doors — but what could she do , poor thing ?
... cost her her life that samyn night - and the Laird never throve after that day , but
was just careless of every thing - though , when his daughter Miss Lucy grew up ,
she tried to keep order within doors — but what could she do , poor thing ?
Page 209
None of the Ellangowan family were present ; and it was under - - stood that the
old Laird was rather worse than better . Jock Jabos , once more dispatched for
him , returned once more witheout bis errand . Next day Miss Bertram " hoped he
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None of the Ellangowan family were present ; and it was under - - stood that the
old Laird was rather worse than better . Jock Jabos , once more dispatched for
him , returned once more witheout bis errand . Next day Miss Bertram " hoped he
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Page 240 - 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 49 - 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 wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished They live no longer in the faith of reason ! But still the heart doth need a language, still Doth the old instinct bring back the old names...
Page 100 - These are not only no way advantageous, but a very grievous burden to so poor a country. And though the number of them be perhaps double to what it was formerly, by reason of this present great distress, yet in all times there have been about one hundred thousand of these vagabonds, who have lived without any regard or subjection either to the laws of the land, or even those of God and nature ; fathers incestuously accompanying their own daughters, the son with the mother, and the brother with the...
Page 125 - I'll ever cut in the bonny woods of Ellangowan." So saying, she broke the sapling she held in her hand, and flung it into the road. Margaret of Anjou, bestowing on her triumphant foes her keen-edged malediction, could not have turned from them with a gesture more proudly contemptuous. The Laird was clearing his voice to speak, and thrusting his hand in his pocket to find...
Page 85 - 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 84 - And then the justice. In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut. Full ot wise saws and modern instances, And so he plays his part.
Page 64 - 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 240 - I'll be no burden — I have thought how to prevent that. But, as Ruth said unto Naomi, ' Entreat me not to leave thee, nor to depart from thee ; for whither thou goest I will go, and where thou dwellest I will dwell ; thy people shall be my people, and thy God shall be my God. Where thou 117 diest will I die, and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death do part thee and me.
Page 236 - My gold is gone, my money is spent, My land now take it unto thee. Give me thy gold, good John o' the Scales, And thine for aye my land shall be. Then John he did him to record draw, And John he caste him a gods.pennie; But for every pounde that John agreed, The land, I wis, was well worth three.
Page 124 - Yes ; there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born last week, that ye have turned out o' their bits o' bields, to sleep with the tod and the black-cock in the muirs ! Ride your ways, Ellangowan.