The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson, المجلد 20Scribner, 1896 |
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الصفحة 355 - Intreat 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 ought but death part thee and me.
الصفحة 298 - ON Richmond Hill there lives a lass More bright than May-day morn, Whose charms all other maids surpass, — A rose without a thorn. This lass so neat, with smiles so sweet, Has won my right good- will; I'd crowns resign to call her mine, Sweet lass of Richmond Hill.
الصفحة 160 - 92 ... I HAVE a novel on the stocks to be called The Justice-Clerk. It is pretty Scotch, the Grand Premier is taken from Braxfield — (Oh, by the by, send me Cockburn's Memorials} — and some of the story is — well — queer. The heroine is seduced by one man, and finally disappears with the other man who shot him. . . . Mind you, I expect The JusticeClerk to be my masterpiece. My Braxfield is already a thing of beauty and a joy for ever, and so far as he has gone far my best character.
الصفحة 156 - ... badly, it must end badly from the beginning. Now, your book began to end well. You let yourself fall in love with, and fondle, and smile at your puppets. Once you had done that, your honour was committed — at the cost of truth to life you were bound to save them.
الصفحة 359 - I'll bring your little maid : ay, dearest soul, I'll bring your little maid safe with me! ARETHUSA. O teach me how! Show me the way! only show me. — O mother, mother! — If it were paved with fire, show me the way, and I will walk it bare-foot! GAUNT. They call me a miser. They say that in this sea-chest of mine I hoard my gold.
الصفحة 220 - Willie, what have you done ? What have you done ? What have you done ? BRODIE. I cannot tell you, Mary. But you may trust me. You must give up this Leslie . . . and at once. It is to save me.
الصفحة 381 - The FIDDLERS exeunt playing into house, RUE ALINE and MAIDS dance back to table, which they proceed to arrange. ALINE. Well, give me fiddles : fiddles and a wedding feast. It tickles your heart till your heels make a runaway match of it. I don't mind extra work, I don't, so long as there's fun about it. Hand me up that pile of plates. The quinces there, before the bride. Stick a pink in the Notary's glass: that's the girl he's courting.
الصفحة 65 - For that is the mark of the Scot of all classes: that he stands in an attitude towards the past unthinkable to Englishmen, and remembers and cherishes the memory of his forebears, good or bad; and there burns alive in him a sense of identity with the dead even to the twentieth generation.
الصفحة 64 - ... separation. Like so many people of her class, she was a brave narrator; her place was on the hearth-rug and she made it a rostrum, mimeing her stories as she told them, fitting them with vital detail, spinning them out with endless 'quo...