The Waverley Novels, Vydání 11

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Estes and Lauriat, 1893
 

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Strana 206 - 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 152 - 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...
Strana 234 - They sate for five minutes silent, on opposite sides of a small table, and looked fixedly at each other; with a sharp, knowing, and alert cast of countenance, not unmingled with an inclination to laugh, and resembled more than...
Strana 108 - Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in a tree ; it will be growing, Jock, when ye're sleeping.
Strana 302 - He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head. He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone : And mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
Strana xx - Besides, if this objection were out of the way, I do not think the character of the audience in London is such that one could have the least pleasure in pleasing them.
Strana 114 - Reuben and Rachel, though as fond as doves, Were yet discreet and cautious in their loves; Nor would attend to Cupid's wild commands, Till cool reflection bade them join their hands: When both were poor, they thought it argued ill Of hasty love to make them poorer still...
Strana 392 - God doing justice ; and my endeavours to punish murderers are called grievous persecutions. I have conversed with several of the parsons ; and, indeed, I could hardly have given credit to the public reports of the temper of these saints if I had not myself been witness to it."* Thus was all search impeded, nor was any discovery made.
Strana xxxiii - ... of her remarks, she rose to go away, when I asked her name. Her countenance suddenly clouded, and she said gravely, rather colouring, 'My name is Helen Walker; but your husband kens weel about me.' "In the evening I related how much I had been pleased, and inquired what was extraordinary in the history of the poor woman. Mr. — said, there were perhaps few more remarkable people than Helen Walker. She had been...
Strana 45 - There is a tradition, that while a little stream was swollen into a torrent by recent showers, the discontented voice of the Water Spirit was heard to pronounce these words. At the same moment a man, urged on by his fate, or, in Scottish language, fey, arrived at a gallop, and prepared to cross the water. No remonstrance from the bystanders was of power to stop him — he plunged into the stream, and perished.

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