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Pagina xvi
... woman , and , struggling with her murderers , often got her head above water ; and , while she had voice left , con- tinued to exclaim at such intervals , " Charlie yet ! Charlie yet ! " When a child , and among the scenes which she ...
... woman , and , struggling with her murderers , often got her head above water ; and , while she had voice left , con- tinued to exclaim at such intervals , " Charlie yet ! Charlie yet ! " When a child , and among the scenes which she ...
Pagina xvii
... woman of more than female height , dressed in a long red cloak , who commenced acquaintance by giving me an apple , but whom , nevertheless , I looked on with as much awe as the future Doctor , High Church and Tory as he was doomed to ...
... woman of more than female height , dressed in a long red cloak , who commenced acquaintance by giving me an apple , but whom , nevertheless , I looked on with as much awe as the future Doctor , High Church and Tory as he was doomed to ...
Pagina xix
Walter Scott. dead , and that his patron's only remaining child , an elderly woman , now neither graceful nor beautiful , if she had ever been either the one or the other , had by this calamity become a homeless and penniless orphan . He ...
Walter Scott. dead , and that his patron's only remaining child , an elderly woman , now neither graceful nor beautiful , if she had ever been either the one or the other , had by this calamity become a homeless and penniless orphan . He ...
Pagina 4
... woman , for James he's awa to Drumshourloch Fair with the year - aulds , and I daurna for my life open the door to ony o ' your gang - there - out sort o ' bodies . ' ' But what must I do then , good dame ? for I can't sleep here upon ...
... woman , for James he's awa to Drumshourloch Fair with the year - aulds , and I daurna for my life open the door to ony o ' your gang - there - out sort o ' bodies . ' ' But what must I do then , good dame ? for I can't sleep here upon ...
Pagina 14
... woman . The words , as far as Mannering could distinguish them , seemed to run thus : Canny moment , lucky fit ! Is the lady lighter yet ? Be it lad , or be it lass , Sign wi ' cross and sain wi ' mass . ' It's Meg Merrilies , the gipsy ...
... woman . The words , as far as Mannering could distinguish them , seemed to run thus : Canny moment , lucky fit ! Is the lady lighter yet ? Be it lad , or be it lass , Sign wi ' cross and sain wi ' mass . ' It's Meg Merrilies , the gipsy ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Allonby answered appearance astrologer auld Aweel bairn better called Captain castle character Charles Hazlewood Charlie's Hope circumstances Colonel Mannering Counsellor Dandie dear Derncleugh devil deyvil Dinmont Dirk Hatteraick Dominie Sampson door e'en Ellangowan eyes father favour fear feelings fellow frae Frank Kennedy gentleman gipsy Glossin gude Guy Mannering hand Hazlewood House 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 mind Miss Bertram Miss Mannering morning muckle naething never night observed occasion ower person Pleydell poor Portanferry postilion prisoner recollection replied round ruin scene Scotland seemed Singleside smugglers stranger supposed tell there's thought turned Vanbeest Brown voice Warroch weel window woman wood Woodbourne ye'll young Hazlewood young lady younker
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Pagina 19 - ... intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring. Or chasms and wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished They 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...
Pagina 60 - But see, his face is black and full of blood; His eyeballs further 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 329 - My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from.
Pagina 50 - 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 96 - 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 251 - A lawyer without history or literature is a mechanic, a mere working mason; if he possesses some knowledge of these, he may venture to call himself an architect.
Pagina 40 - There are at this day in Scotland (besides a great many poor families very meanly provided for by the church boxes, with others who, by living on bad food, fall into various diseases) two hundred thousand people begging from door to door.
Pagina 181 - 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, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet...
Pagina 34 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modem instances; And so he plays his part.
Pagina 240 - Most frequently the dice were thrown by the 246 company, and those upon whom the lot fell were obliged to assume and maintain for a time a certain fictitious character, or to repeat a certain number of fescennine verses in a particular order. If they departed from the characters assigned, or if their memory proved treacherous in the repetition, they incurred forfeits, which were either compounded for by swallowing an additional bumper or by paying a small sum towards the reckoning.