What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Allonby answered appearance arms auld Aweel better Bewcastle called Captain carriage Charles Hazlewood Charlies-hope Colonel Mannering coun Counsellor dear Derncleugh deyvil Dinmont dinna Dirk Hatteraick Dominie door Ellangowan father favour feelings fellow frae gang gentleman give Glossin gude Guy Mannering gypsey hand Hazle Hazlewood of Hazlewood Hazlewood-house head heard honour horse Julia justice justice of peace Kippletringan lady Liddesdale light look Lucy Bertram Mac-Candlish Mac-Guffog Mac-Morlan mair maun Merrilies mind Miss Bertram Miss Mannering morning muckle murder naething never night occasion ower person Pleydell Portanferry prisoner recollection round ruin Sampson scene Scotland shew Singleside Sir Robert Hazlewood smugglers speak stood stranger tell there's thing thought tion tram turned Vanbeest Brown voice Warroch weel woman wood Woodbourne ye'll young Hazlewood younker
Page 250 - Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from.
Page 63 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate.
Page 220 - A prison is a house of care, A place where none can thrive, A touchstone true to try a friend, A grave for one alive. Sometimes a place of right, Sometimes a place of wrong, Sometimes a place of rogues and thieves, And honest men among.
Page 200 - I'll see their trial first : — Bring in the evidence. — Thou robed man of justice, take thy place ; [To Edgar, And thou, his yoke-fellow of equity, [To the Fool. Bench by his side : — You are of the commission, Sit you too.
Page 51 - 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 132 - Give me a cup of sack, to make mine eyes look red, that it may be thought I have wept ; for I must speak in passion, and I will do it in king Cambyses
Page 152 - A lawyer without history or literature is a mechanic, a mere working mason; if he possesses some knowledge of these, he may venture to call himself an architect.
Page 193 - How often do we find ourselves in society which we have never before met, and yet feel impressed with a mysterious and ill-defined consciousness, that neither the scene, the speakers, nor the subject are entirely new ; nay, feel as if we could anticipate that part of the conversation which has not yet taken place...