Waverley Novels: From the Last Rev. Ed., Containing the Author's Final Corrections, Notes, &cS.H. Parker and B.B. Mussey, 1852 |
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Alsatia apartment attendance auld better betwixt Buckingham Captain citizen cloak Court Dame Ursley Dame Ursula daugh daughter David Ramsay door dress Duke Hildebrod Duke of Buckingham Earl Enfield Chase eyes father favour followed fortune FORTUNES OF NIGEL frae gallant gentleman Geordie George Heriot Glenvar hand hastily hath hear heard honest honour James Jenkin Jin Vin John Christie King King's Lady Hermione London look Lord Dalgarno Lord Glen Lord Glenvarloch Lord Huntinglen Lord Nigel lordship Majesty Martha Master George Master Heriot maun means mind Mistress Margaret Monna Paula never Nigel Olifaunt noble nobleman person poor present pretty Prince Ramsay replied Richie Moniplies royal Scot Scotland Scotsman Scottish scrivener seemed Sir Mungo Malagrowther speak Steenie stood Suddlechop sword tell Templar thou thought tion tone Trapbois varloch weel whilk Whitefriars word young lord
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Seite 139 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Seite 13 - ... •But I think there is a demon who seats himself on the feather of my pen when I begin to write, and leads it astray from the purpose. Characters expand under my hand ; incidents are multiplied ; the story lingers, while the materials increase ; my regular mansion turns out a Gothic anomaly, and the work is closed long before I have attained the point I proposed.
Seite 57 - Chance will not do the work — Chance sends the breeze ; But if the pilot slumber at the helm, The very wind that wafts us towards the port May dash us on the shelves. — The steersman's part is vigilance, Blow it or rough or smooth. OLD PLAT.
Seite 88 - ... conquest might have been easy. He was fond of his dignity, while he was perpetually degrading it by undue familiarity ; capable of much public labour, yet often neglecting it for the meanest amusement ; a wit, though a pedant; and a scholar, though fond of the conversation of the ignorant and uneducated.
Seite 273 - Ay, that was when the nursery's self was noble, And only virtue made it, not the market, That titles were not vended at the drum Or common outcry. Goodness gave the greatness, And greatness worship. Every house became An academy of honour, and those parts We see departed in the practice now Quite from the institution.
Seite 14 - I take in his company, although it leads me many a weary mile away from the regular road, and forces me to leap hedge and ditch to get back into the route again. If I resist the temptation, as you advise me, my thoughts become prosy, flat, and dull ; I write painfully to myself, and under a consciousness of flagging which makes me flag still more ; the sunshine with which fancy had invested the incidents departs from them, and leaves everything dull and gloomy.
Seite 201 - Ah Ben ! Say how or .when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ; Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad? And yet each verse of thine Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine.
Seite 147 - A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance and horse to horse? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And through the kindred squadrons mow their way. Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed, Revere his consort's faith, his father's fame, And spare the meek usurper's holy head!
Seite 5 - Their destined glance some fated youth descry, Who now, perhaps, in lusty vigour seen, And rosy health, shall soon lamented die. For them the viewless forms of air obey; Their bidding heed, and at their beck repair: They know what spirit brews the stormful day, And, heartless, oft like moody madness, stare To see the phantom train their secret work prepare.
Seite viii - The great ladies do go well masked, and indeed it be the only show of their modesty to conceal their countenance ; but, alack, they meet with such countenance to uphold their strange doings, that I marvel not at aught that happens.