The heart of Mid-Lothian

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Archibald Constable, 1818 - 375 sider
 

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Side 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.
Side 31 - 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!
Side 57 - A little that a righteous man hath is better than the riches of many wicked.
Side 189 - Fantastic passions! maddening brawl! And shame and terror over all ! Deeds to be hid which were not hid, Which all confused I could not know Whether I suffered, or I did : For all seemed guilt, remorse or woe, My own or others still the same Life-stifling fear, soul-stifling shame.
Side 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.
Side 254 - Headstrong, determined in his own career, He thought reproof unjust, and truth severe, The soul's disease was to its crisis come, He first abused, and then abjured his home; And when he chose a vagabond to be, He made his shame his glory, "I'll be free!
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 292 - A huge sea of verdure, with crossing and intersecting promontories of massive and tufted groves, was tenanted by numberless flocks and herds, which seemed to wander unrestrained and unbounded through the rich pastures. The Thames, here turreted with villas, and there garlanded with forests, moved on slowly and placidly, like the mighty monarch of the scene, to whom all its other beauties were but accessories, and bore on his bosom an hundred barks and skiffs, whose white sails and gaily fluttering...
Side 256 - Argyll, the state's whole thunder born to wield, And shake alike the senate and the field?

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