Guy Mannering: Or, The AstrologerWest and Richardson, 1815 - Scotland |
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... probably of opinion that it suited him as ill as the female respondent ; he be- gan to flag very much , answered each application of the spur with a groan , and stumbled at every stone ( and they were not few ) which lay in his road ...
... probably of opinion that it suited him as ill as the female respondent ; he be- gan to flag very much , answered each application of the spur with a groan , and stumbled at every stone ( and they were not few ) which lay in his road ...
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... probably occasioned by the unloading a smuggling lugger from the Isle of Man , which was lying in the bay . On the light being observed from the sashed door of the house , a halloo from the vessel of " Ware - hawk ! Douse the glim ...
... probably occasioned by the unloading a smuggling lugger from the Isle of Man , which was lying in the bay . On the light being observed from the sashed door of the house , a halloo from the vessel of " Ware - hawk ! Douse the glim ...
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... retired with the Sypsey to that part of the ruins from which he had first made his appearance . A very narrow staircase here descended to the beach , intended probably 1 for the convenience of the garrison during a siege 42 GUY MANNERING .
... retired with the Sypsey to that part of the ruins from which he had first made his appearance . A very narrow staircase here descended to the beach , intended probably 1 for the convenience of the garrison during a siege 42 GUY MANNERING .
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... probably borrowed from the men f the north who joined their society . They trav lled in different bands , and had rules among hemselves , by which each tribe was confined to ts own district . The slightest invasion of the precincts ...
... probably borrowed from the men f the north who joined their society . They trav lled in different bands , and had rules among hemselves , by which each tribe was confined to ts own district . The slightest invasion of the precincts ...
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... probably mixed with marl . The back of Kennedy's coat appeared besmeared with stains of the same colour . At length , about a quarter of a mile from the brink of the fatal precipice , the traces conducted them to a small open space of ...
... probably mixed with marl . The back of Kennedy's coat appeared besmeared with stains of the same colour . At length , about a quarter of a mile from the brink of the fatal precipice , the traces conducted them to a small open space of ...
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Popular passages
Page 185 - The close-press'd leaves unoped for many an age, The dull red edging of the well-fill'd page, On the broad back the stubborn ridges roll'd, Where yet the title stands in tarnish'd gold.
Page 70 - ... their bits o' bields, to sleep with the tod and the black-cock in the muirs ! Ride your ways, Ellangowan. Our bairns are hinging at our weary backs ; look that your braw cradle at hame be the fairer spread up ; not that...
Page 26 - 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 35 - 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. While the mystic twist is spinning, And the infant's life beginning. Dimly seen through twilight bending, Lo, what varied shapes attending! Passions wild, and Follies vain, Pleasures soon exchanged for pain ; Doubt, and Jealousy, and Fear, In the magic dance appear. Now they wax, and now they dwindle, Whirling with the whirling spindle. Twist ye, twine ye ! even so Mingle human...
Page 129 - 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 26 - 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...
Page 56 - ... of provision to perhaps forty such villains in one day, are sure to be insulted by them), but they rob many poor people who live in houses distant from any neighbourhood.
Page 70 - Our bairns are hinging at our weary backs; look 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 f that I'll ever cut in the bonny woods of Ellangowan.
Page 70 - 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.
Page 66 - He left the executive part of the business to the officers of the law, under the immediate direction of Frank Kennedy, a supervisor, or ridingofficer, belonging to the excise, who had of late become intimate at the Place, and of whom we shall have more to say in the next chapter. Mr. Bertram himself chose that day to make a visit to a friend at some distance.