Waverley Novels, المجلد 19

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Robert Cadell, Edinburgh, and Whittaker & Company London., 1830

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الصفحة 108 - 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.
الصفحة 212 - Call upon me in the day of trouble, and I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me.
الصفحة 193 - The more to please the sprightly god, Each sweet engaging Grace Put on some clothes to come abroad, And took a waiter's place.
الصفحة 346 - thy brow is more withered, as well as mine, since we met last ; but thy tongue holds the touch better than my arm. This boy of thine gave me the foil sorely this morning. The Brown Varlet has turned as stout a trooper as I prophesied ; and where is White Head ?" "Alas!" said the mother, looking down, "Edward has taken orders, and become a monk of this Abbey.
الصفحة 116 - MARCH, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order ! March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale, All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border. Many a banner spread, Flutters above your head, Many a crest that is famous in story. Mount and make ready then, Sons of the mountain glen, Fight .for the Queen and our old Scottish glory.
الصفحة 353 - We do not know them in the fountain, but in the stream ; not in the root, but in the stem; for we know not which is the mean man that did rise above the vulgar.
الصفحة 73 - Do not break your oath,' and, 'Oaths sworn to the Lord must be kept.' But what I tell you is this: You are not to swear at all - not by heaven, for it is God's throne, nor by earth, for it is his footstool...
الصفحة 117 - Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing, Come from the glen of the buck and the roe; Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing, Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow. Trumpets are sounding, • War-steeds are bounding, Stand to your arms and march in good order; England shall many a day Tell of the bloody fray, When the Blue Bonnets came over the Border.
الصفحة 164 - I must tell you, signior, that, in this last encounter, not having leisure to put off my silver spurs, one of the rowels catch'd hold of the ruffle of my boot, and, being Spanish leather, and subject to tear, overthrows me, rends me two pair of silk stockings, that I put on, being somewhat...

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