Rob Roy, Band 1

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James Ballantyne and Company For Archibald Constable and Company Edinburgh; and Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, London., 1818 - 348 Seiten
 

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Seite 94 - It was a young lady, the loveliness of whose very striking features was enhanced by the animation of the chase and the glow of the exercise, mounted on a beautiful horse, jet black, unless where he was flecked by spots of the snow-white foam which embossed his bridle. She wore, what was then somewhat unusual, a coat, vest, and hat, resembling those of a man, which fashion has since called a riding-habit.
Seite 135 - I hae been flitting every term these four-and-twenty years; but when the time comes, there's aye something to saw that I would like to see sawn, or something to maw that I would like to see mawn, or something to ripe that I would like to see ripen, — and sae I e'en daiker on wi' the family frae year's end to year's end.
Seite 28 - Mr. Francis," said the head-clerk, with his usual formal inclination of the head, and a slight elevation of his right hand, which he had acquired by a habit of sticking his pen behind his ear before he spoke — " Mr. Francis seems to understand the fundamental principle of all moral accounting, the great ethic rule of three. Let A do to B, as he would have B do to him ; the product will give the rule of conduct required.
Seite 24 - I find him with this songster, and I begin shrewdly to suspect their familiarity ; and the young man of a terrible taint, poetry ! with which idle disease if he be infected, there's no hope of him, in a state-course.
Seite 35 - ... for the voice of that wild horn, On Fontarabian echoes borne, The dying hero's call, That told imperial Charlemagne, How paynim sons of swarthy Spain, Had wrought his champion's fall.
Seite 90 - How melts my beating heart ! as I behold Each lovely nymph, our island's boast and pride, Push on the generous steed, that sweeps along O'er rough, o'er smooth, nor heeds the steepy hill, Nor falters in the extended vale below ! The Chase.
Seite 116 - The features of Rashleigh were such, as, having looked upon, we in vain wish to banish from bur memory, to which they recur as objects of painful curiosity, although we dwell upon them with a feeling of dislike, and even of disgust. It was not the actual plainness of his face, taken separately from the meaning, which made this strong impression. His features were, indeed, irregular, but they were by no means vulgar ; and his keen dark eyes, and shaggy eyebrows, redeemed his face from the charge of...
Seite 69 - The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride. True is the charge ; nor by themselves denied. Are they not, then, in strictest reason clear, Who wisely come to mend their fortunes here ? CHURCHILL.

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