The Antiquary, Volume 3

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Dent, 1910 - 418 pagina's
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Gebruikersrecensie  - P_S_Patrick - LibraryThing

The Antiquary was Walter Scott’s third novel, set like the first two in Scotland in the 18th Century. Again, the novel is as much of value for entertainment as it is as an historical record of life in ... Volledige review lezen

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Gebruikersrecensie  - mbmackay - LibraryThing

The third book in Scott's Waverley series. Another well told yarn set in an historic background (1790s this time). I found the plot a little contrived - another lost heir, but not to the point of ... Volledige review lezen

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Pagina 91 - For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. Thus fares it still in our decay: And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.
Pagina 152 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Pagina 152 - I know each lane, and every alley green, Dingle, or bushy dell of this wild wood, And every bosky bourn from side to side, My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood...
Pagina 160 - As when a gryphon through the wilderness With winged course, o'er hill or moory dale, Pursues the Arimaspian, who by stealth Had from his wakeful custody purloined The guarded gold...
Pagina 286 - ... sorrowing group. Seated on her accustomed chair, with her usual air of apathy, and want of interest in what surrounded her, she seemed every now and then mechanically to resume the motion of twirling her spindle ; then to look towards her bosom for the distaff, although both had been laid aside.
Pagina 357 - The herring loves the merry moon-light, The mackerel loves the wind, But the oyster loves the dredging sang, For they come of a gentle kind.
Pagina 267 - For he was one in all their idle sport, And like a monarch ruled their little court The pliant bow he form'd, the flying ball, The bat, the wicket, were his labours all; Him now they follow to his grave, and stand Silent and sad, and gazing, hand in hand ; While bending low, their eager eyes explore The mingled...
Pagina 97 - the Deep Voice cried ; ' ' So long enjoy'd, so oft misused — Alternate, in thy fickle pride, Desired, neglected, and accused ? " Before my breath, like blazing flax, Man and his marvels pass away ; And changing empires wane and wax, Are founded, flourish, and decay.

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