The Heart of Midlothian

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A. and C. Black, 1898 - Počet stran: 576
 

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Strana 355 - Argyll, the state's whole thunder born to wield, And shake alike the senate and the field?
Strana 298 - Why art thou cast down, 0 my soul ? and why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
Strana 202 - He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
Strana 411 - Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early ; Sweet Robin sits on the bush. Singing so rarely. " ' Tell me, thou bonny bird, When shall I marry me ?'— When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye." " ' Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly ?'— ' The grey-headed sexton, That delves the grave duly.' " The glow-worm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady ; The owl from the steeple sing,
Strana 274 - A little that a righteous man hath is better than the riches of many wicked.
Strana 399 - Come, and let us return unto the Lord: for he hath torn, and he will heal us; he hath smitten, and he will bind us up. After two days will he revive us: in the third day he will raise us up, and we shall live in his sight.
Strana 107 - 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...
Strana 505 - Why, how now, gentlemen ! What see you in those papers that you lose So much complexion ? Look ye, how they change ! Their cheeks are paper. Why, what read you there, That hath so cowarded and chased your blood Out of appearance ? Cam. I do confess my fault ; And do submit me to your highness
Strana 364 - All is the same with thee. Say, shall we wind Along the streams ? or walk the smiling mead ? Or court the forest glades ? or wander wild Among the waving harvests ? or ascend, While radiant summer opens all its pride, Thy hill, delightful Shene?
Strana 456 - Wi' yill-caup Commentators : Here's crying out for bakes an' gills, An' there the pint-stowp clatters ; While thick an' thrang, an' loud an' lang, Wi' logic, an' wi' Scripture, They raise a din, that in the end, Is like to breed a rupture O

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