The Waverley Novels, Issue 8

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Estes and Lauriat, 1893

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Page 24 - And when I looked, behold, an hand was sent unto me ; and, lo, a roll of a book was therein ; And he spread it before me ; and it was written within and without : and there was written therein lamentations, and mourning, and woe.
Page 93 - And hears him rustling in the wood, and sees His course at distance by the bending trees ; And thinks, Here comes my mortal enemy, And either he must fall in fight, or I...
Page 275 - But the heather that I have trod upon when living must bloom ower me when I am dead; my heart would sink, and my arm would shrink and wither like fern in the frost, were I to lose sight of my native hills; nor has the world a scene, that would console me for the loss of the rocks and cairns, wild as they are, that you see around us.
Page 134 - ... them nowadays. But it's an ill wind blaws naebody gude — Let ilka ane roose the ford as they find it — I say, Let Glasgow flourish ! whilk is judiciously and elegantly putten round the town's arms, by way of byword.
Page 26 - Looking tranquillity ! it strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.
Page 24 - sa brave kirk ; nane o' yere whigmaleeries and curliewurlies and opensteek hems about it, — a' solid, weel-jointed masonwark, that will stand as lang as the warld, keep hands and gunpowther aff it. It had amaist a douncome lang syne at the Reformation, when they pu'd doun the kirks of St. Andrews and Perth, and there-awa', to cleanse them o...
Page 269 - I speak of all this?" he said, sitting down again, and in a calmer tone. " Only ye may opine it frets my patience, Mr. Osbaldistone, to be hunted like an otter, or a sealgh, or a salmon upon the shallows, and that by...
Page 269 - And they shall find," he said, in the same muttered but deep tone of stifled passion, " that the name they have dared to proscribe — that the name of MacGregor — is & spell to raise the wild devil withaL They shall hear of my vengeance, that would scorn to listen to the story of my wrongs. The miserable Highland drover, bankrupt, barefooted, stripped of all...
Page 38 - I'll tell thee; On the Rialto, every night at twelve, I take my evening's walk of meditation ; There we two will meet, and talk of precious Mischief Jaf.
Page 25 - Glasgow, they were feared their auld edifice might slip the girths in gaun through siccan rough physic, sae they rang the common hell, and assembled the train-bands wi" took o' drum, — by good luck, the worthy James Rabat was Dean o...

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