The Novels and Poems of Sir Walter Scott: The abbotEstes, 1893 |
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Abbot of Unreason Adam Woodcock answered apartment attendants Auchtermuchty better betwixt brother called Castle of Avenel Catherine Seyton church command Dame damsel danger door Dryfesdale Earl of Murray eyes fair faith falconer favour favourite fear garden George Douglas Grace hand hath hawk head heard heart Heaven hither Holyrood honour horse Kennaquhair Knight of Avenel Lady Fleming Lady Loch Lady Lochleven Lady of Avenel Lady of Lochleven Lady's land Lilias Lochleven Castle look Lord Ruthven Lord Seyton madam Magdalen Græme maiden Mary of Scotland Mary Stewart Mary's Master Roland Melville mistress Morton mother never noble once person present Queen Mary Regent replied Robert Melville Roland Græme Ruthven Saint Saint Cuthbert Scotland Scottish seemed Sir Halbert Glendinning speak spoke steward stood sword thee thine thou art thou hast thought tone trust turned woman word young youth
Popular passages
Page 189 - It is the curse of kings, to be attended By slaves, that take their humours for a warrant To break within the bloody house of life ; And, on the winking of authority, To understand a law ; to know the meaning Of dangerous majesty, when, perchance, it frowns More upon humour, than advis'd respect.
Page xxv - In my school days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot another of the self-same flight, The self-same way, with more advised watch, To find the other forth.
Page 321 - They crossed the court : right glad they were. And Christabel devoutly cried To the Lady by her side ; Praise we the virgin all divine Who hath rescued thee from thy distress ! Alas, alas ! said Geraldine, I cannot speak for weariness.
Page 318 - Sir this is a busy day with us, we cannot hear you, it is Robin Hood's day. The parish are gone abroad to gather for Robin Hood. I pray you let them not.
Page 321 - They crossed the moat, and Christabel Took the key that fitted well ; A little door she opened straight, All in the middle of the gate ; The gate that was ironed within and without, Where an army in battle array had marched out.
Page 96 - The sacred tapers' lights are gone, Grey moss has clad the altar stone, The holy image is o'erthrown, The bell has ceased to toll, The long ribb'd aisles are burst and shrunk, The holy shrines to ruin sunk, Departed is the pious monk, God's blessing on his soul ! Redimva.
Page 21 - I give this heavy weight from off my head, And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand, The pride of kingly sway from out my heart; With mine own tears I wash away my balm...
Page 187 - As when in tumults rise the ignoble crowd, Mad are their motions and their tongues are loud ; And stones and brands in rattling volleys fly, And all the rustic arms that fury can supply. If then some grave and pious man appear, They hush their noise and lend a listening ear ; He soothes with sober words their angry mood, And quenches their innate desire of blood.
Page 100 - Then give place to the physician, for the Lord hath created him: let him not go from thee, for thou hast need of him.