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CONTAINING CRITICAL REMARKS ON THE SERIES OF NOVELS BEGINNING
WITH “ WAVERLEY , " AND AN ATTEMPT TO ASCERTAIN THEIR AUTHOR .
leparsplus If thou be ' st a man , shew thyself in thy likeness : if thou be ' st a devil
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CONTAINING CRITICAL REMARKS ON THE SERIES OF NOVELS BEGINNING
WITH “ WAVERLEY , " AND AN ATTEMPT TO ASCERTAIN THEIR AUTHOR .
leparsplus If thou be ' st a man , shew thyself in thy likeness : if thou be ' st a devil
...
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I am come of high degree , For I am the heir of bold Buccleuch ; And if thou dost
not set me free , False Southron , thou shalt dearly rue ! For Walter of Harden
shall come with speed , And William of Deloraine , good at need , And every Scott
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I am come of high degree , For I am the heir of bold Buccleuch ; And if thou dost
not set me free , False Southron , thou shalt dearly rue ! For Walter of Harden
shall come with speed , And William of Deloraine , good at need , And every Scott
...
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Say ' st thou ? ' answered the prince ; then thou canst * hit the white thyself , I ' ll
warrant . ' " A woodsman ' s mark , and at woodsman ' s distance , I can hit , '
answered the yeoman . rs And Wat Tyrrell ' s mark , at a hundred yards , ' said a ...
Say ' st thou ? ' answered the prince ; then thou canst * hit the white thyself , I ' ll
warrant . ' " A woodsman ' s mark , and at woodsman ' s distance , I can hit , '
answered the yeoman . rs And Wat Tyrrell ' s mark , at a hundred yards , ' said a ...
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Thou , vassal sworn to England ' s throne , Her rules of heritage must own ; They
deal thee , as to nearest heir , Thy kinsman ' s lands and livings fair , And these I
yield : - do thou revere The statutes of the buccaneer . When falls a mate in battle
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Thou , vassal sworn to England ' s throne , Her rules of heritage must own ; They
deal thee , as to nearest heir , Thy kinsman ' s lands and livings fair , And these I
yield : - do thou revere The statutes of the buccaneer . When falls a mate in battle
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The following mode of introducing words supposed to proceed from a
supernatural personage , is used by both writers" So ! com ' st thou ere the spell
is spoke ? , . ro I own thy presence , Zernebock . " • Daughter of dust , ' the Deep
Voice said ...
The following mode of introducing words supposed to proceed from a
supernatural personage , is used by both writers" So ! com ' st thou ere the spell
is spoke ? , . ro I own thy presence , Zernebock . " • Daughter of dust , ' the Deep
Voice said ...
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Página 54 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Página 3 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 9 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 4 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Página 8 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 1 - ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD / THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Página 104 - Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Página 2 - The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed...
Página 7 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Página 5 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...