The Waverly novels / by Sir Walter Scott, Bart.
New York: D. Appleton, 1881.
Tabla de Contenido
Preliminares.
Tables of my Landlord.
Introduction.
The heart of mid-Lothian.
Chapter I - III.
II.- Whoe'ers been at Paris must needs know the grave…
III.- And Thou, great god of aqua-vite!...
Chapter IV - VI.
V.- Elswhair he colde right weel lay down the law…
VI.- But up then raise all Edinburgh…
Chapter VII - VIII.
VIII.- Arthur's Seat shall be my bead…
Chapter IX - X.
X.- Her air, her manners, all who saw admired…
Chapter XI - XII.
Chapter XIII - XV.
XIV.- Dark and eerie was the night…
XV.- The spirit I have seen…
Chapter XVI - XVII.
XVII.- And some they whistled - and some they sang…
Chapter XVIII - XIX.
XIX.- To man, in this his trail state…
Chapter XX - XXII.
XXI.- Yet though thou mayst be drag's in scorn…
XXII.- We have strict statues and most biting laws…
Chapter XXIII - XXIV.
XXIV.- "Law, take thy victim- May she find the mercy…
Chapter XXV - XXVII.
XXVI.- This the voice of the sluggard. I've herald him complain…
XXVII.- What strange and wayward thoughts will slide…
Chapter XXVIII - XXIX.
XXIX.- Need and misery, vice and danger…
Chapter XXX - XXXI.
XXXI.- So free from danger, free from fear..
Chapter XXXII - XXXIV.
XXXIII.- Fantastic passions' maddening braw.
Chapter XXXIV - XXXVI.
XXXV.- My name is Argyle, you may well think it strange…
XXXVI.- Ascend, while radiant summer opens all its pride.
Chapter XXXVII - XXXIX.
XXXVIII.- So soon as I can win the offended king…
XXXIX.- Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid…
Chapter XL - XLII.
XLI.- Whilst thou go on with me…
XLII.- Did fortune guide…
Chapter XLIII - XLV.
XLIV.- " I come" he said, my love, my life…
XLV.- Now turn the Psalms of David Owner…
Chapter XLVI - XLIX.
XLVII.- Lord I who would live turn oiled in a court…
XLVIII.- Happy thou art! Then happy be…
XLIX.- Upon my head they placed a fruitless erown…
Chapter L.- But who is this what thing of sea or land…
Chapter LI - LII.
LII.- That Talbot's name might boo in the revived…
Count Robert of Paris.- Introductory Address.
Chapter I.- That power that sindly sprends…
Chapter II.- This superb successor of the earth's mistress…
Chapter III.- Here youth, thy foot unbrace.
Chapter IV.- We heard the tickbird, so these Arabs call…
Chapter V - VI.
VI.- Vain man! Thou mayst esteem thy love as fair…
Chapter VII -VIII.
VIII.- Through the vain webs which puzzle sophist's skill…
Chapter IX - X.
X.- Those were wild times- the antipodes of ours…
Chapter XI - XIII.
XII.- The parties met. The wily, wordy…
XIII.- Agelastes…
Chapter XIV - XVI.
XV.- The count of Paris and his lady were…
XVI.- strange ape of man I who loathes thee while he scorns thee…
Chapter XVII.- Tis strange that in the dark sulphureous mine…
Chapter XVIII.- XIX.
XIX.- The varangian and count Robert at every risk of discovery…
Chapter XX - XXII.
XXI.- But for our trusty brother-in-law- and the abbot…
XXII.- And aye, as if for death. Some lonely trumpet peal's.
Chapter XXIII - XXV.
XXIV.- All is prepared the chambers of the mine…
XXV.- Hasven knows its time; the bullet has its billet…
Chapter XXVI - XXVII.
XXVII.- Physician.- Be comforted, good madam: the great rage.
Chapter XXVIII - XXX.
XXIX.- Sham's thou to show thy dangerous brow by night…
XXX.- Shearhed…
Chapter XXXI - XXXIII.
XXXII.- But now the hand of Fate is on the curtain…
XXXIII.- "What, leave the combat out" exclaimed the knight.
Chapter .- XXXIV.- It was not unity after the conquest of Jerusalem…
Fair maid of Perth.
Introductory.
Chapter I - II.
II.- A country lip may have the velvet touch…
Chapter III - V.
IV.- What's all this turmoil cramn'd into our parts…
V.- Up! Lady fair and braid thy hair..
Chapter VI - VII.
VII.- This quarrel may draw blood another day.
Chapter VIII - IX.
IX.- Of I know how to manage these affairs…
Chapter X - XI.
XI. Fair is the damsel, passing fair.
Chapter XII.- Then up and speak the auld goodwife…
Chapter XIII.- How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills…
Chapter XIV - XV.
XV.- O for a draught of power to steep…
Chapter XVI.- On Faster's Ehen when we war fond.
Chapter XVII - XVIII.
XVIII.- A purple land, where law secrets not life.
Chapter XIX - XX.
XX.- A woman wails for justice at the gate…
Chapter XXI - XXII.
XXII.- In pottingry he wrought great pine.
Chapter XXIII - XXIV.
XXIV.- "Let gallows gape for dogs, let men go free."
Chapter XXV.- XXVI.
XXVI.- Hall, land of bowmen! Seed of those who scorn's.
Chapter XXVII - XXVIII.
XXVIII.- What want these outiaws conquerors should have…
Chapter XXIX - XXX.
XXX.- We must return to the characters…
Chapter XXXI - XXXII.
XXXII.- In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire.
Chapter XXXIII.- The hour is nigh now hearts beat high.
Chapter XXXIV - XXXV.
XXXV.- While the king rode slowly back to the convent.
Chapter XXXVI.- The honest heart that's free frae.
Woodstock.
The cavalier. - introduction.
Appendix. - Preface.
Chapter I - II.
II.- come forth, old man.- Thy daughter's side.
Chapter III - IV.
IV.- Yon path of greensward.
Chapter V - VII.
VI.- Sleep stea's on us esen like his brother death.
VII.- Determined at length…
Chapter VIII - IX.
IX.- Doctor.- go to, go to.- You have known what you should not.
Chapter X - XI.
XI.- The bloody bear, an independent beast
Chapter XII - XIII.
XIII.- She knell's and saint like.
Chapter XIV - XV.
XV.- Now the wasted brands do glow…
Chapter XVI - XVII.
XVII.- We do that in our zeal.
Chapter XVIII - XIX.
XIX.- Being akilless in these part, which, to a stranger.
Chapter XX - XXI.
XXI.- Groom. Hail, noble Prince!
Chapter XXII -XXIII.
XXIII.- For there, they say, he daily doth frequent
Chapter XXIV - XXV.
XXV.- Stay- for the king has thrown his warder down.
Chapter XXVI - XXVII.
XXVII.- Benediet.- shall I speak a word in your ear!
Chapter XXVIII.-This is the place the centre of the grove.
Chapter XXIX - XXX.
XXX.- Casio.- That thrust ha been my enemy indeed.
Chapter XXXI - XXXII.
XXXII.- Case ye, case ye.- on with your vizards.
Chapter XXXIII.- But see, his face is black, and full of blood.
Chapter XXXIV - XXXVII.
XXXV.- A barren title hast thon bought too dear.
XXXVI.- But let us now, like soldiers on the watch.
XXXVII.- Most gracious prince, good Cannying cried.
Chapter XXXVIII.- My life was of a piece.
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