The Novels and Poems of Sir Walter Scott: St. Ronan's wellEstes, 1894 |
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acquainted answered Mowbray auld Aultoun bawbee better betwixt Bindloose Blower brother Bulmer called canna Captain Jekyl Captain MacTurk Cargill character Chatterly Clara Mowbray Cleikum clergyman Culdee dame dear devil Doctor Dods door dress e'en Earl of Etherington eyes father fellow fortune Fox Hotel frae Francis Tyrrel gentleman give guest hand heard honest honour hope Lady Binks Lady Penelope ladyship Laird least look Lord Etherington lordship Maister Francie marriage Martigny matter maun means Meiklewham mind Miss Mowbray Mowbray of St Mowbray's muckle mutchkin Nabob Nettlewood never occasion perhaps person poor postilion present puir Quackleben quarrel recollection Saint Ronan's scene Scotland Scrogie seemed Shaws-Castle Sir Bingo Binks sister Solmes speak stranger suppose sure tell thing thought tion tone Touchwood walk weel whole Winterblossom wish woman word yonder young
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Sida 232 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Sida 236 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Sida xii - Na, na, sir — take my word for it, you are always best, like Helen MacGregor, when your foot is on your native heath ; and I have often thought that if you were to write a novel, and lay the scene here in the very year you were writing it, you would exceed yourself." — " Hame's hame," quoth Scott, smiling,
Sida 246 - His conduct might have made him styled A father, and the nymph his child. That innocent delight he took To see the virgin mind her book, Was but the master's secret joy In school to hear the finest boy.
Sida 91 - I do not know that I have been either one or the other," answered Lady Binks ; " one thing I certainly am not — I am not capable of understanding your ladyship's wit and learning." "Poor soul," whispered Lady Penelope to Tyrrel ; " we know what we are, we know not what we may be.