The heart of Mid-Lothian

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Houghton, Osgood and Company, 1879
 

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Strana 52 - And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses. These thoughts may startle well, but not astound The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended By a strong siding champion, Conscience.
Strana 84 - He that is down needs fear no fall; He that is low no pride; He that is humble ever shall Have God to be his guide.
Strana 211 - 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 328 - He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
Strana 332 - When first they put the name of king upon me, And bade them speak to him ; then prophet-like They hail'd him father to a line of kings : Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding.
Strana 227 - 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 230 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long...
Strana 65 - Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
Strana 3 - Tis the voice of the sluggard ; I heard him complain, " You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again." As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed, Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head. "A little more sleep, and a little more slumber...
Strana 160 - I wad hae putten on a cap, sir," said Jeanie, " but your honour kens it isna the fashion of my country for single women ; and I judged that being sae mony hundred miles frae hame, your Grace's heart wad warm to the tartan," looking at the corner of her plaid.

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