Waverley Novels ...: The AntiquaryHoughton, 1841 |
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adept ancient answered Antiquary arms auld Aweel Bailie baronet battle of Harlaw beggar better Blattergowl brother canna Captain M'Intyre Castle Caxon dear door Dousterswivel e'en earl Edie Ochiltree Elspeth eneugh exclaimed eyes Fairport father fear frae gaberlunzie gang gentleman goot gude hand Harz head hear heard Hector himsell hinny honour hope horse Jenny Knockwinnock lady leddy look Lord Glenallan Lovel mair maun mendicant mind Miss Wardour Monkbarns mony morning muckle Mucklebackit naebody never Neville night occasion Oldbuck Oldenbuck ower person phoca pike-staff poor puir replied ruins Scotland Scottish shew silver Sir Arthur speak spirit St Ruth Steenie suppose Taffril tell thae there's thing thou thought tone Troth turn uncle unco voice wad hae wadna Waldeck weel woman womankind word young
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Página 128 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Página 77 - For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. Thus fares it still in our decay: And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.
Página 300 - Were I Glenallan's Earl this tide, And ye were Roland Cheyne, The spur should be in my horse's side, And the bridle upon his mane. "If they hae twenty thousand blades, And we twice ten times ten, Yet they hae but their tartan plaids, And we are mail-clad men. "My horse shall ride through ranks sae rude, As through the moorland fern, Then neer let the gentle Norman blude Grow cauld for Highland kerne.
Página 128 - I know each lane, and every alley green, Dingle, or bushy dell of this wild wood, And every bosky bourn from side to side, My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood...
Página 82 - the Deep Voice cried, " So long enjoyed, so oft misused — Alternate, in thy fickle pride, Desired, neglected, and accused? " Before my breath, like blazing flax, Man and his marvels pass away ; And changing empires wane and wax, Are founded, flourish, and decay. " Redeem mine hours — the space is brief — While in my glass the sand-grains shiver, And measureless thy joy or grief, When TIME and thou shall part for ever...
Página 343 - It is very possible,' pursued the vision, ' that Mr. may have forgotten a matter, which is now of a very old date; but you may call it to his recollection by this token, that, when I came to pay his account, there was difficulty in getting change for a Portugal piece of gold, and that we were forced to drink out the balance at a tavern.
Página 27 - Many and various were the other curiosities which he showed ; but it was chiefly upon his books that he prided himself, repeating, with a complacent air, as he led the way to the crowded and dusty shelves, the verses of old Chaucer — For he would rather have, at his bed-head, A twenty books, clothed in black or red, Of Aristotle, or his philosophy, Than robes rich, rebeck, or saltery.
Página 57 - Following the windings of the beach, they passed one projecting point or headland of rock after another, and now found themselves under a huge and continued extent of the precipices by which that ironbound coast is in most places defended. Long projecting reefs of rock, extending under water, and only evincing their existence by here and there a peak entirely bare, or by the breakers which foamed over those that were partially covered, rendered Knockwinnock bay dreaded by pilots and ship-masters.
Página 273 - Crabbed age and youth cannot live together Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care; Youth like summer morn, age like winter weather; Youth like summer brave, age like winter bare; Youth is full of sport, age's breath is short; Youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold, age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee; youth, I do adore thee; O, my love, my love is young!
Página 134 - As when a gryphon, through the wilderness With winged course, o'er hill or moory dale, Pursues the Arimaspian, who by stealth Had from his wakeful custody purloined The guarded gold...