Waverley Or 'Tis Sixty Years SinceGeorge Robertson, 1898 - 484 páginas |
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... eye glistened . Nor was he less affected when his aunt , Mrs. Rachel , narrated the sufferings and fortitude of Lady ... eyes upon the heroine's portrait as she spoke , " full dearly did she purchase the safety of her prince with the ...
... eye glistened . Nor was he less affected when his aunt , Mrs. Rachel , narrated the sufferings and fortitude of Lady ... eyes upon the heroine's portrait as she spoke , " full dearly did she purchase the safety of her prince with the ...
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... eyes ; but every arrow was launched at him in vain . Yet did I mark where Cupid's shaft did light ; It lighted not on little western flower , But on bold yeoman , flower of all the west , Hight Jonas Culbertfield , the steward's son ...
... eyes ; but every arrow was launched at him in vain . Yet did I mark where Cupid's shaft did light ; It lighted not on little western flower , But on bold yeoman , flower of all the west , Hight Jonas Culbertfield , the steward's son ...
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... eye accus- tomed to the smiling neatness of English cottages . They stood , without any respect for regularity , on each ... eyes bleared with age and smoke , tottered by the door of his hut , to gaze on the dress of the stranger and the ...
... eye accus- tomed to the smiling neatness of English cottages . They stood , without any respect for regularity , on each ... eyes bleared with age and smoke , tottered by the door of his hut , to gaze on the dress of the stranger and the ...
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... eyes , when , having first shaken Edward heartily by the hand in the English fashion , he embraced him à - la - mode Françoise , and kissed him on both sides of his face ; while the hardness of his grip , and the quantity of Scotch ...
... eyes , when , having first shaken Edward heartily by the hand in the English fashion , he embraced him à - la - mode Françoise , and kissed him on both sides of his face ; while the hardness of his grip , and the quantity of Scotch ...
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... eyes employed on Boston's Crook of the Lot , while her ideas were engaged in summing up the reckoning . She boldly rushed in , with the shrill expostulation , " Wad their honors slay ane another there , and bring discredit on an honest ...
... eyes employed on Boston's Crook of the Lot , while her ideas were engaged in summing up the reckoning . She boldly rushed in , with the shrill expostulation , " Wad their honors slay ane another there , and bring discredit on an honest ...
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answered appeared arms attended auld Bailie Bradwardine broadsword Brown called Callum Captain Waverley castle CHAPTER character Charles Hazlewood Chieftain circumstances clan Colonel Mannering Colonel Talbot command dear deyvil Dinmont Dirk Dominie door Edinburgh Edward Ellangowan Evan eyes father favor feelings Flora followed frae gentleman Glennaquoich Glossin Guy Mannering gypsey hand Hatteraick head heard hero Highland honor hope horse house of Stuart Jacobite Julia lady Laird letter Liddesdale look Lord Lucy Mac-Morlan Macwheeble maun Merrilies mind Miss Bertram Miss Mannering morning never night observed occasion party person Pinkie House Pleydell poor portmanteau Prince prisoner rendered replied Rose Sampson scene Scotland Scottish seemed Sir Everard Sir Robert spirit supposed tell thought tion Tully-Veolan turned Vich Ian Vohr voice wardine Waverley-Honor Waverley's weel Whig wish Woodbourne words young Hazlewood وو
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Página 88 - 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? With the years beyond the flood It is the signal that demands despatch: How much is to be done!
Página 94 - 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.
Página 323 - Ecstasy! 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.
Página 5 - I'll have the current in this place damm'd up ; And here the smug and silver Trent shall run In a new channel, fair and evenly : It shall not wind with such a deep indent. To rob me of so rich a bottom here.
Página 126 - That weight of wood, with leathern coat o'erlaid, Those ample clasps of solid metal made, The close-press'd leaves...
Página 173 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here ; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
Página 58 - But see, his face is black and full of blood; His eyeballs further out than when he...
Página 33 - 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...
Página 359 - These reveries he was permitted to enjoy, undisturbed by queries or interruption ; and it was in many a winter walk by the shores of Ulswater, that he acquired a more complete mastery of a spirit tamed by adversity, than his former experience had given him ; and that he felt himself entitled to say firmly, though perhaps with a sigh, that the romance of his life was ended, and that its real history had now commenced.
Página 190 - Waverley could ask particulars, a strong, largeboned, hard-featured woman, about forty, dressed as if her clothes had been flung on with a pitchfork, her cheeks flushed with a scarlet red where they were not smutted with soot and lampblack, jostled through the crowd, and, brandishing high a child of two years old, which she danced in her arms, without regard to its screams of terror, sang forth, with all her might — " Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling, Charlie is my darling, The young...