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Pagina 5
... feelings of the young stranger from the peculiarity and mystery of his own lot , and rivetted his attention to everything she did or said . She spoke little , and it was on the most serious subjects . She played on the harpsichord at ...
... feelings of the young stranger from the peculiarity and mystery of his own lot , and rivetted his attention to everything she did or said . She spoke little , and it was on the most serious subjects . She played on the harpsichord at ...
Pagina 6
... feelings , but with a resolved mind , he became aware that his arguments were answered by the sophistry of another , and that the dispute was no longer confined to his own thoughts . The Author of Evil was present in the room with him ...
... feelings , but with a resolved mind , he became aware that his arguments were answered by the sophistry of another , and that the dispute was no longer confined to his own thoughts . The Author of Evil was present in the room with him ...
Pagina 29
... feelings of a father in such a predicament , " till I hear she's gotten ower with it — and if you , sir , are not very sleepry , and would do me and the Dominie the honour to sit up wi ' us , I am sure we shall not detain you very late ...
... feelings of a father in such a predicament , " till I hear she's gotten ower with it — and if you , sir , are not very sleepry , and would do me and the Dominie the honour to sit up wi ' us , I am sure we shall not detain you very late ...
Pagina 35
... feelings so exquisitely expressed by a modern poet : For fable is Love's world , his home , his birth - place ! Delightedly dwells he ' mong fays , and talismans , And spirits , and delightedly believes Divinities , being himself divine ...
... feelings so exquisitely expressed by a modern poet : For fable is Love's world , his home , his birth - place ! Delightedly dwells he ' mong fays , and talismans , And spirits , and delightedly believes Divinities , being himself divine ...
Pagina 38
... feeling surprise at a coincidence so singular and unexpected . " Does the devil mingle in the dance , to avenge himself for our trifling with an art said to be of magical origin ? or is it possible , as Bacon and Sir Thomas Browne admit ...
... feeling surprise at a coincidence so singular and unexpected . " Does the devil mingle in the dance , to avenge himself for our trifling with an art said to be of magical origin ? or is it possible , as Bacon and Sir Thomas Browne admit ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Allonby answered appearance Astrologer auld Aweel bairn better called Captain castle character Charles Hazlewood circumstances Colonel Mannering counsellor Dandie dear Derncleugh deyvil Dinmont Dirk Hatteraick Dominie Sampson door Ellangowan eyes father favour fear feelings fellow frae Frank Kennedy gentleman gipsy Glossin Guy Mannering hand head heard honour horse Julia justice justice of peace Kennedy Kippletringan Laird Liddesdale light look Lucy Bertram lugger Mac-Candlish Mac-Guffog Mac-Morlan mair Mannering's Matilda maun Merrilies Mervyn's mind Miss Bertram Miss Mannering morning muckle never night observed occasion ower person Pleydell poor Portanferry postilion prisoner recollection replied round ruin scene Scotland seemed Singleside Sir Robert Hazlewood smugglers stranger supposed tell there's thought turned Vanbeest Brown voice Warroch weel window woman wood Woodbourne ye'll young Hazlewood young lady younker
Populaire passages
Pagina 104 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
Pagina 213 - A man may see how this world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yon' justice rails upon yon' simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: Change places; and, handydandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
Pagina 338 - Bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass, but my madness speaks.
Pagina 75 - His eye-balls farther 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.
Pagina 111 - Entreat 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 aught but death part thee and me.
Pagina 186 - 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.
Pagina 167 - Your sportive fury, pitiless, to pour Loose on the nightly robber of the fold Him, from his craggy winding haunts unearth'd, Let all the thunder of the chase pursue. Throw the broad ditch behind you ; o'er the hedge High bound, resistless...
Pagina 49 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Pagina 65 - Bertram — what do ye glower after our folk for? — There's thirty hearts there, that wad hae wanted bread ere ye had wanted sunkets, and spent their lifeblood ere ye had scratched your finger. Yes — there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born last week, that ye have turned out o' the bits o' bields, to sleep with the tod and the black-cock in the muirs!
Pagina 403 - There was a dead silence in the cavern, only interrupted by the low and suppressed moaning of the wounded female, and by the hard breathing of the prisoner. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIFTH.