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... sent to Dunnotar Castle on the coast of the Mearns , and there broke his neck in an attempt to escape from a subterranean ha- bitation , called the Whig's Vault , in which he was confined with some eighty of the same persuasion . The ...
... sent to Dunnotar Castle on the coast of the Mearns , and there broke his neck in an attempt to escape from a subterranean ha- bitation , called the Whig's Vault , in which he was confined with some eighty of the same persuasion . The ...
Page 38
... , forbye my- sell , and deil ane to gie them hansels . " 66 Weel , Meg , and how mony gypsies were sent to the tolbooth ? " " Troth , but three , Laird , for there were nae mair in the fair , bye mysell , as 38 GUY MANNERING .
... , forbye my- sell , and deil ane to gie them hansels . " 66 Weel , Meg , and how mony gypsies were sent to the tolbooth ? " " Troth , but three , Laird , for there were nae mair in the fair , bye mysell , as 38 GUY MANNERING .
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... sent into the sea promontories covered with wood . A scene so different from what last night's journey had presaged , produced a proportional effect upon Mannering . Be- neath his eye lay the modern house ; an awkward mansion , indeed ...
... sent into the sea promontories covered with wood . A scene so different from what last night's journey had presaged , produced a proportional effect upon Mannering . Be- neath his eye lay the modern house ; an awkward mansion , indeed ...
Page 75
... sent up three that were a shame to be seen only last week , and yet she has twelve bows sowing of victual ; indeed her goodman , Duncan Fin- niston - that's him that's gone- ( we must all die , Mr Mannering ; that's ower true ) - and ...
... sent up three that were a shame to be seen only last week , and yet she has twelve bows sowing of victual ; indeed her goodman , Duncan Fin- niston - that's him that's gone- ( we must all die , Mr Mannering ; that's ower true ) - and ...
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... beggar , " who for twen- ty years had made his regular rounds within the neighbourhood , received ra- ther as an humble friend than as an object of charity , was sent to the neighbouring workhouse . GUY MANNERING . 93.
... beggar , " who for twen- ty years had made his regular rounds within the neighbourhood , received ra- ther as an humble friend than as an object of charity , was sent to the neighbouring workhouse . GUY MANNERING . 93.
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Page 47 - 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 238 - Intreat 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 ought but death part thee and me.
Page 320 - The close-press'd leaves unclosed 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 62 - 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...
Page 149 - But see, his face is black and full of blood, His eye-balls further 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 83 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modem instances ; And so he plays his part.
Page 238 - 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 279 - With prospects bright upon the world he came, Pure love of virtue, strong desire of fame: Men watch'd the way his lofty mind would take, And all foretold the progress he would make.
Page 123 - 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 249 - Our Polly is a sad Slut ! nor heeds what we have taught her. I wonder any Man alive will ever rear a Daughter ! For she must have both Hoods and Gowns, and Hoops to swell her Pride, With Scarfs and Stays, and Gloves and Lace ; and she will have Men beside ; And when she's drest with Care and Cost, all tempting, fine and gay, As Men should serve a Cowcumber, she flings herself away.