Waverley Novels: Vol. 3, Band 3

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Cadell, 1843 - 669 Seiten
 

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Seite 157 - And when I looked, behold, an hand was sent unto me ; and, lo, a roll of a book was therein ; And he spread it before me ; and it was written within and without : and there was written therein lamentations, and mourning, and woe.
Seite 565 - 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.
Seite 240 - I recognised, to my horror and astonishment, my old acquaintance Morris. He fell prostrate before the female Chief with an effort to clasp her knees, from which she drew back, as if his touch had been pollution, so that all he could do in token of the extremity of his humiliation, was to kiss the hem of her plaid.
Seite 240 - I was so much moved by this horrid spectacle that, although in momentary expectation of sharing his fate, I did attempt to speak in his behalf, but, as might have been expected, my interference was sternly disregarded. The victim was held fast by some, while...
Seite 188 - 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...
Seite 497 - Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.
Seite 506 - 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.
Seite 319 - 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.
Seite 507 - I may weel say I am come out of the city of Destruction, for my mother is Mrs. Bat's-eyes, that dwells at Deadman's corner; and Frank Levitt, and Tyburn Tam, they may be likened to Mistrust and Guilt, that came galloping up, and struck the poor pilgrim to the ground with a great club, and stole a bag of silver, which was most of his spending money, and so have they done to many, and will do to more. But now we will gang to the Interpreter's house, for I ken a man that will play the Interpreter right...
Seite 534 - Argyll, the state's whole thunder born to wield, And shake alike the senate and the field?

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