The Waverley Novels, 8±Ç

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A. and C. Black, 1859

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45 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
305 ÆäÀÌÁö - You speak like a boy," returned MacGregor, in a low tone that growled like distant thunder — " like a boy, who thinks the auld gnarled oak can be twisted as easily as the young sapling. Can I forget that I have been branded as an outlaw — stigmatized as a traitor — a price set on my head as if I had been a wolf — my family treated as the dam and cubs of the hill-fox, whom all may torment, vilify, degrade, and insult — the very name which came to me from a long and noble line of martial...
305 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
276 ÆäÀÌÁö - I am coming — consider," she added, with a sigh, " how lately I have been subjected to control — besides, I have not yet given my cousin the packet, and bid him. farewell — for ever. Yes, Frank...
241 ÆäÀÌÁö - She gave a brief command in Gaelic to her attendants, two of whom seized upon the prostrate suppliant, and hurried him to the brink of a cliff which overhung the flood. He set up the most piercing and dreadful cries that fear ever uttered — I may well term them dreadful, for they haunted my sleep for years afterwards. As the murderers, or executioners, call them as you will, dragged him along, he recognised me even in that moment of horror, and exclaimed, in the last articulate words I ever heard...
147 ÆäÀÌÁö - Far as the eye could reach, no tree was seen, Earth, clad in russet, scorned the lively green. The plague of locusts they secure defy, For in three hours a grasshopper must die. No living thing, whate'er its food, feasts there, But the chameleon, who can feast on air.
123 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... his father Solomon, and, as it was weel put by Mr MeikleJohn, in his lecture on the chapter, were doubtless partakers of his sapience. But I maun hear naething about honour — we ken naething here but about credit. Honour is a homicide and a bloodspiller, that gangs about making frays in the street ; but Credit is a decent, honest man, that sits at hame and makes the pat play.
105 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
240 ÆäÀÌÁö - He prayed but for life — for life he would give all he had in the world : it was but life he asked — life, if it were to be prolonged under tortures and privations : he asked only breath, though it should be drawn in the damps of the lowest caverns of their...
30 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.

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