Waverley Novels: From the Last Rev. Ed., Containing the Author's Final Corrections, Notes, &c, Volume 6

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S.H. Parker and B.B. Mussey, 1852
 

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Pagina 164 - Come, and let us return unto the Lord: for he hath torn, and he will heal us; he hath smitten, and he will bind us up. After two days will he revive us: in the third day he will raise us up, and we shall live in his sight.
Pagina 177 - Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early. Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. "Tell me, thou bonny bird, When shall I marry me ''. " " When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye." " Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly ? " "The grey-headed sexton, That delves the grave duly." The glowworm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady ; The owl from the steeple sing, "Welcome, proud lady.
Pagina 237 - He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head. He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone : And mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
Pagina 317 - Tis the voice of the sluggard ; I heard him complain, " You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again." As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed, Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head. "A little more sleep, and a little more slumber...
Pagina 60 - He that is down needs fear no fall; He that is low no pride; He that is humble ever shall Have God to be his guide.
Pagina 116 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides...
Pagina 145 - Alas! it is not when we sleep soft and wake merrily ourselves, that we think on other people's sufferings. Our hearts are waxed light within us then, and we are for righting our ain wrangs and fighting our ain battles.
Pagina 15 - Whoe'er's been at Paris must needs know the Greve, The fatal retreat of the unfortunate brave, Where honour and justice most oddly contribute, To ease heroes' pains by an halter and gibbet.
Pagina 125 - The whole formed a picture, of which the lights might have been given by Rembrandt, but the outline would have required the force and vigour of Michael Angelo.
Pagina 61 - It had eyes lifted up to heaven, the best of books in his hand, the law of truth was written upon his lips, the world was behind his back. It stood as if it pleaded with men, and a crown of gold did hang over his head.

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