The Temple Edition of the Waverley Novels, Volumen1J.M. Dent & Company, 1897 |
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Página xxxix
... village , and then almost instantly levelling it against Lord Lacy . The squire drew his sword , and severed at one blow the steel head from the truncheon of the spear . " Arthur Fitzherbert , " said the Baron , " GENERAL PREFACE xxxix.
... village , and then almost instantly levelling it against Lord Lacy . The squire drew his sword , and severed at one blow the steel head from the truncheon of the spear . " Arthur Fitzherbert , " said the Baron , " GENERAL PREFACE xxxix.
Página xliv
... heads - the warriors sprung to their feet , clashed their armour , and brandished their swords . Dick's terror was extreme at seeing the whole army , which had been so lately silent as the grave , in uproar , and about to rush on him ...
... heads - the warriors sprung to their feet , clashed their armour , and brandished their swords . Dick's terror was extreme at seeing the whole army , which had been so lately silent as the grave , in uproar , and about to rush on him ...
Página liii
... head of hair , accompanied by a bluff open - looking elderly man in a naval uniform . Yarely ! yarely ! pull away , my hearts , ' said the latter , and the boat bearing the unlucky young man soon carried him on board the frigate ...
... head of hair , accompanied by a bluff open - looking elderly man in a naval uniform . Yarely ! yarely ! pull away , my hearts , ' said the latter , and the boat bearing the unlucky young man soon carried him on board the frigate ...
Página lviii
... head , and he has hollowed the hounds upon a velvet - headed knobbler ! By Saint Hubert , if I break not his pate with my cross - bow , may I never cast off hound more ! But to it , my lords and masters ! the noble beast is here yet ...
... head , and he has hollowed the hounds upon a velvet - headed knobbler ! By Saint Hubert , if I break not his pate with my cross - bow , may I never cast off hound more ! But to it , my lords and masters ! the noble beast is here yet ...
Página lxiv
... head . I drew my sword , and rushed into the thicket , but was instantly assailed by two ruffians , while other two made towards my sister and Gregory . The poor knave fled , crying for help , pursued by my false kinsman , now your ...
... head . I drew my sword , and rushed into the thicket , but was instantly assailed by two ruffians , while other two made towards my sister and Gregory . The poor knave fled , crying for help , pursued by my false kinsman , now your ...
Términos y frases comunes
amusement ancient answered appeared arms attend Bailie Macwheeble Balmawhapple Baron of Bradwardine broadsword brother called Captain Waverley castle Caterans Chapter character Chief Chieftain clan curiosity dear Donald Bean Lean dress Edinburgh Edward Waverley Emma Darcy English Evan Dhu father favour feelings Fergus Mac-Ivor Flora Gay Bowers Gellatley gentleman Glennaquoich guest hand heard hero Highland honour horse house of Stewart Jacobite King Laird letter Lord Boteler louis-d'or Lowland manner ment mind Miss Bradwardine Miss Mac-Ivor morning neighbouring never Nicholas Amhurst night noble observed occasion party passed perhaps person Perthshire plaid political received rendered replied Richard Waverley Rob Roy romance Rose scene Scotland Scott Scottish seemed Sir Everard sister song St Clere sword tale Tewin thou thought tion Titus Livius Tully-Veolan Vich Ian Vohr Waverley Novels Waverley-Honour Waverley's Whig wild young youth
Pasajes populares
Página lv - You shall see him brought to bay; ' Waken, lords and ladies gay.' Louder, louder chant the lay, Waken, lords and ladies gay! Tell them youth and mirth and glee Run a course as well as we; Time, stern huntsman! who can baulk, Stanch as hound and fleet as hawk; Think of this, and rise with day Gentle lords and ladies gay!
Página 107 - Hie away, hie away, Over bank and over brae, Where the copsewood is the greenest, Where the fountains glisten sheenest, Where the lady-fern grows strongest, Where the morning dew lies longest, Where the black-cock sweetest sips it, Where the fairy latest trips it : Hie to haunts right seldom seen, Lovely, lonesome, cool and green, Over bank and over brae, Hie away, hie away. 118 'Do the verses he sings/ asked Waverley, 'belong to old Scottish poetry, Miss Bradwardine ? '
Página liv - Waken, lords and ladies gay ! On the mountain dawns the day; All the jolly chase is here, With hawk and horse, and hunting spear ; Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they, " Waken, lords and ladies gay...
Página 261 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer, A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!
Página liv - WAKEN, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day, All the jolly chase is here, With hawk, and horse, and hunting-spear ! Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Merrily, merrily, mingle they,
Página 210 - Tis the summons of heroes for conquest or death, When the banners are blazing on mountain and heath ; They call to the dirk, claymore, and the targe, To the march and the muster, the line and the charge. Be the brand of each chieftain like Fin's in his ire! 'May the blood through his veins flow like currents of fire!
Página lv - Diamonds on the brake are gleaming; And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green; Now we come to chant our lay " Waken, lords and ladies gay." Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the greenwood haste away; We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size; We can show the marks he made When 'gainst the oak his antlers fray'd; You shall see him brought to bay; "Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Página 290 - Pork, or swine's flesh, in any shape, was, till of late years, much abominated by the Scotch, nor is it yet a favourite food amongst them. King Jamie carried this prejudice to England, and is known to have abhorred pork almost as much as he did tobacco. Ben Jonson has recorded this peculiarity, where the gipsy in a masque, examining the king's hand, says,— —'you should, by this line, Love a horse, and a hound, but no part of a swine.'— THE GYPSIES METAMORPHOSED.
Página 205 - Flora's eye, exalted the richness and purity of her complexion, and enhanced the dignity and grace of her beautiful form. Edward thought he had never, even in his wildest dreams, imagined a figure of such exquisite and interesting loveliness. The wild beauty of the retreat, bursting upon him as if by magic, augmented the mingled feeling of delight and awe with which he approached her, like a fair enchantress of Boiardo or Ariosto, by whose nod the scenery around seemed to have been created an Eden...