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Pagina 24
... lives under a firlot . Pulling down part of these venerable ruins , he built with the stones a narrow house of three storeys high , with a front like a grenadier's cap , having in the very centre a round window , like the single eye of ...
... lives under a firlot . Pulling down part of these venerable ruins , he built with the stones a narrow house of three storeys high , with a front like a grenadier's cap , having in the very centre a round window , like the single eye of ...
Pagina 28
... copper buckles . Such is a brief outline of the lives and fortunes of those two persons , in whose society Mannering now found himself comfortably seated . CHAPTER THIRD . Do not the hist'ries of all ages 28 WAVERLEY NOVELS .
... copper buckles . Such is a brief outline of the lives and fortunes of those two persons , in whose society Mannering now found himself comfortably seated . CHAPTER THIRD . Do not the hist'ries of all ages 28 WAVERLEY NOVELS .
Pagina 29
... live far from hereabouts - ye needna shake your head and groan , Dominie - I am sure the kirk dues were a ' weel paid , and what can man do mair ? —it was laid till her ere she had a sack ower her head ; and the man that she since ...
... live far from hereabouts - ye needna shake your head and groan , Dominie - I am sure the kirk dues were a ' weel paid , and what can man do mair ? —it was laid till her ere she had a sack ower her head ; and the man that she since ...
Pagina 35
... live no longer in the faith of reason ! But still the heart doth need a language , still Doth the old instinct bring back the old names . And to yon starry world they now are gone , Spirits or gods , that used to share this earth With ...
... live no longer in the faith of reason ! But still the heart doth need a language , still Doth the old instinct bring back the old names . And to yon starry world they now are gone , Spirits or gods , that used to share this earth With ...
Pagina 45
... live in the meanwhile , for here's breakfast on the table , and the Dominie ready to say the grace . " The Dominie did accordingly pronounce a benediction , that exceeded in length any speech which Mannering had yet heard him utter ...
... live in the meanwhile , for here's breakfast on the table , and the Dominie ready to say the grace . " The Dominie did accordingly pronounce a benediction , that exceeded in length any speech which Mannering had yet heard him utter ...
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
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.