The heart of Mid-Lothian

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Archibald Constable, 1818 - 375 páginas
 

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Página 146 - 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.
Página 112 - 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.
Página 326 - ... and fighting our ain battles. But when the hour of trouble comes to the mind or to the body — and seldom may it visit your Leddyship — and when the hour of death comes, that comes to high and low — lang and late may it be yours — O, my Leddy, then it isna what we hae dune for oursells, but what we hae dune for others, that we think on maist pleasantly.
Página 57 - A little that a righteous man hath is better than the riches of many wicked.
Página 30 - My horse moved on; hoof after hoof He raised, and never stopped : When down behind the cottage roof, At once, the bright moon dropped. What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a lover's head! "O mercy!" to myself I cried, "If Lucy should be dead!
Página 148 - 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.
Página 292 - The Duke of Argyle was, of course, familiar with this scene ; but to a man of taste it must be always new. Yet, as he paused, and looked on this inimitable landscape, with the feeling of delight...
Página 292 - The carriage rolled rapidly onwards through fertile meadows, ornamented with splendid old oaks, and catching occasionally a glance of the majestic mirror of a broad and placid river. After passing through a pleasant village, the equipage stopped on a commanding eminence, where the beauty of English landscape was displayed in its utmost luxuriance.
Página 256 - Argyle, the state's whole thunder born to wield, And shake alike the senate and the field...
Página 3 - 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...

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