THE WAVERLEY NOVELS

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Страница 171 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Страница 93 - Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries ! Happiest they of human race, To whom God has granted grace To read, to fear, to hope, to pray, To lift the latch, and force the way ; And better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
Страница 210 - Call upon me in the day of trouble, and I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me.
Страница 411 - I give this heavy weight from off my head, And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand, The pride of kingly sway from out my heart ; With mine own tears I wash away my balm, With mine own hands I give away my crown...
Страница 445 - Then give place to the physician, for the Lord hath created him: let him not go from thee, for thou hast need of him.
Страница 359 - Lifted her up, a weary weight, Over the threshold of the gate : Then the lady rose again, And moved, as she were not in pain. So free from danger, free from fear, They crossed the court : right glad they were. And Christabel devoutly cried To the Lady by her side ; Praise we the virgin all divine Who hath rescued thee from thy distress ! Alas, alas ! said Geraldine, I cannot speak for weariness.
Страница 13 - But though such an unconnected course of adventures is what most frequently occurs in nature, yet the province of the romance writer being artificial, there is more required from him than a mere compliance with the simplicity of reality...
Страница 311 - The sacred tapers' lights are gone, Grey moss has clad the altar stone, The holy image is o'erthrown, The bell has ceased to toll. The long ribb'd aisles are burst and shrunk, The holy shrines to ruin sunk, Departed is the pious monk, God's blessing on his soul!
Страница 222 - ... he never would take money for them, and that I should have the whole advantage of all he wrote. This declaration became morally void when the question was about thousands, instead of a few hundreds ; and I perfectly agree with the admired and admirable Author of Waverley, that « the wise and good accept not gifts which are made in heat of blood, and which may be after repented of.
Страница 107 - Euphues and his England, was in the very zenith of his absurdity and reputation. The quaint, forced, and unnatural style which he introduced by his Anatomy of Wit...

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