The Waverley Novels, Том 11

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Oxford University Press, 1912
 

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Страница 190 - formed a singular resolution for the purpose of surmounting this difficulty, the execution of which will form the subject of the next chapter. CHAPTER XXVI 'Tis the voice of the sluggard, I've heard him complain, ' You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again ;' As the door on its hinges, so
Страница 81 - body', as she irreverently termed the landed proprietor, ' looking unco gleg and canty, she didna ken what he might be coming out wi' next.' CHAPTER X Her air, her manners, all who saw admired, Courteous, though coy, and gentle, though retired; The joy of
Страница 53 - It I were to choose a spot from which the rising or setting sun could be seen to the greatest possible advantage, it would be that wild path winding around the foot of the high belt of semicircular rocks called Salisbury Crags, and marking the verge of the steep descent which
Страница 131 - sister, let me live ! What sin you do to save a brother's life, Nature dispenses with the deed so far That it becomes a virtue. Measure for Measure. JBANIE DEANS was admitted into the jail by Ratcliffe. This fellow, as void of shame as of honesty, as he opened the now trebly secured door, asked her, with a leer which made her shudder,
Страница 39 - i Wide is the fronting gate, and, raised on high, With adamantine columns threats the sky; Vain is the force of man, and Heaven's as vain, To crush the pillars which the pile sustain ; Sublime on these a tower of steel is rear'd. DRYDEN'S Virgil,
Страница 117 - was again raised, but the tune was changed : ' O sleep ye sound, Sir James, she said. When ye suld rise and ride, There's twenty men, wi' bow and blade. Are seeking where ye hide.' ' I dare stay no longer,' said the stranger ; ' return home, or remain till they come up—you have nothing to fear—
Страница 117 - of it cloth move The hearers to collection ; they aim at it. And botch the words up to fit their own thoughts. She speaks things in doubt, Hamlet.
Страница 335 - then it isna what we hae dune for oursells, but what we hae dune for others, that we think on maist pleasantly. And the thoughts that ye hue intervened to spare the puir thing's
Страница 241 - dead—ye ken very weel it's buried—but that signifies naething. I have had it on my knee a hundred times, and a hundred till that, since it was buried—and how could that be were it dead, ye ken ?—it's merely impossible.'—And here, some conviction half overcoming the reveries of her imagination, she burst into a fit
Страница 82 - snood of silk, and shading a laughing Hebe countenance, seemed the picture of health, pleasure, and contentment. Her brown russet short gown set off a shape, which time, perhaps, might be expected to render too robust, the frequent objection to Scottish beauty, but which, in her present early age, was slender and taper, with that graceful

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