Sir Walter Scott: An Index Placing the Short Poems in His Novels and in His Long Poems and Dramas [Reprint 2014 ed.] 9780674594739, 9780674365636

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SIR WALTER SCOTT AN INDEX

LONDON : HUMPHREY MILFORD OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS

SIR W A L T E R SCOTT AN I N D E X PLACING THE SHORT POEMS IN HIS NOVELS AND IN HIS LONG POEMS AND DRAMAS AHRANGED BY

ALLSTON BURR

CAMBRIDGE HARVARD UNIVERSITY PRESS 1936

COPYRIGHT, 1986 BY THE PRESIDENT AND FELLOWS OP HARVARD COLLEGE

CAMBRIDGE, M A S S . , U . S . A . PRINTED AT THE HARVARD UNIVERSITY P R E S S

EXPLANATION The references in this Index relate to the "Collected Edition" of Scott's writings, published by Cadell (1829-1833). The Table of "Volumes and Chapters," immediately following the section "In the Novels," will facilitate the finding of any poem in any other edition of the Novels. The index to the long poems and dramas applies to any edition. Poems of the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border and such detached poems as Jock of Hazeldean are not indexed. In the Cadell Edition they may be placed by means of the contents in each volume and the General Index in the twelfth volume of the Poems. The indexes of other editions may be expected to serve this end in their various ways. The random origin of Scott's shorter poems is suggested by the following passage from his Introduction, written in 1827, to the Highland Widow. From this it may well appear that a general index to his scraps of verse is only the more desirable. "The scraps of poetry which have been in most cases tacked to the beginning of chapters in these Novels, are sometimes quoted either from reading or from memory, but, in the general case, are pure invention. I found it too troublesome to turn to the collection of the British Poets to discover apposite mottos, and, in the situation of the theatrical mechanist, who, when the white paper which represented his shower of snow was exhausted, continued the storm by snowing brown, I drew on my memory as long as I could, and, when that

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failed, eked it out with invention. I believe that, in some cases, where actual names are affixed to the supposed quotations, it would be to little purpose to seek them in the works of the authors referred to. In some cases, I have been entertained when Dr Watts and other graver authors, have been ransacked in vain for stanzas for which the novelist alone was responsible." Quotations from Shakespeare, Milton, Burns, Wordsworth, and many others are omitted. But some poems are indexed which doubtless were not written by Scott. The following pages are divided into five Parts: I.

TITLES

Scott gave no definite or unmistakable titles to many of his snatches of verse. No attempt is here made to provide titles for those which he left unnamed. II.

NOVELS

Under this heading the poems are listed in the order in which they occur, with "chapter heading" or the name of the character concerned affixed. The novels follow the order of their publication, the year of which is given. The same method is followed J as in number I I . V. I N D E X of all the short poems arranged alphabetically by first lines. Spelling and punctuation throughout this volume follow the Cadell edition.

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LONG POEMS Ì

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TITLES OF SHORT POEMS, WITH FIRST LINES AHRIMAN Dark Ahriman, whom Irak still The Talisman — Ch. 3 ALICE BRAND Merry it is in the good greenwood, The Lady of the Lake — Canto 4, 12 ALLEN-A-DALE Allen-a-Dale has no fagot for burning, Rokeby — Canto 3, 30 AUTHOR'S ADDRESS TO ALL I N GENERAL Now, gentle readers, I have let you ken Waverley — Preface BALLAD And whither would you lead me then? Rokeby — Canto 5, 27 T H E BALLAD OF T H E R E D HARLAW The herring loves the merry moonlight, The Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 T H E BAREFOOTED FRIAR I'll give thee, good fellow, a twelvemonth or twain, Ivanhoe — Ch. 17

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B A T T L E O F BEAL'AN D U I N E The Minstrel came once more to view The Lady of the Lake — Canto 6, 15 T H E BLOODY T E S T 'Twas near the fair city of Benevent, The Talisman — Ch. 26 BOAT SONG Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances ! The Lady of the Lake — Canto 2, 19 T H E BONNETS OF BONNY D U N D E E To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claver'se who spoke, The Doom of Devorgoil — Act 2, Scene 2 B R I D A L SONG And did you not hear of a mirth befell Waverley — General Preface, Appendix No. 2 BRIGNALL BANKS O, Brignall banks are wild and fair, Rokeby — Canto 3, 16 T H E BROACH O F L O R N Whence the broach of burning gold, The Lord of the Isles — Canto 2, 11 T H E CASTLE O F T H E S E V E N S H I E L D S The Druid Urien had daughters seven, Harold the Dauntless — Canto 4, 14 T H E CAVALIER While the dawn on the mountain was misty and gray, Rokeby — Canto 5, 20

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COUNTY GUY Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh, Quentin Durward — Ch. 4 T H E CRUSADER'S RETURN High deeds achieved of knightly fame, Ivanhoe — Ch. 17 CUMNOR HALL The dews of summer night did fall; Kenilworth — Introduction T H E CYPRESS WREATH O, Lady, twine no wreath for me, Rokeby — Canto 5, 13 T H E FAREWELL The sound of Rokeby's woods I hear, Rokeby — Canto 5, 23 GLEE FOR KING CHARLES Bring the bowl which you boast, Woodstock — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 T H E HARP I was a wild and wayward boy, Rokeby — Canto 5, 18 T H E HOST'S TALE A Clerk could tell what years have flown Marmion — Canto 3, 19 HYMN FOR T H E DEAD That day of wrath, that dreadful day, The Lay of the Last Minstrel — Canto 6,31

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LAMENT FOR RODERICK DHU And art thou cold and lowly laid, The Lady of the Lake — Canto 6, 22 L A M E N T OVER W I L L I A M C H R I S T I A N I n so shifting a scene, who would confidence place Peveril of the Peak — Appendix t o Introduction T H E LASS O F N O R T H M A V E N Farewell to Northmaven The Pirate — Ch. 12 LAY O F T H E I M P R I S O N E D H U N T S M A N M y hawk is tired of perch and hood, The Lady of the Lake — Canto 6, 24 T H E LAY O F POOR LOUISE Ah, poor Louise ! The livelong day The Fair Maid of Perth — Ch. 10 LOCHINVAR O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Marmion — Canto 5, 12

MERMAID Fathoms deep beneath the wave, The Pirate — Ch. 15 T O T H E MOON Hail to t h y cold and clouded beam, Rokeby — Canto 1, 33

NORSE DITTY Farewell, merry maidens, to song, and to laugh, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 2

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T O AN OAK T R E E , GRAVE OF WOGAN Emblem of England's ancient faith, Waverley — Ch. 29 T H E ORPHAN MAID November's hail-cloud drifts away, A Legend of Montrose — Ch. 9 PROUD MAISIE Proud Maisie is in the wood, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 3, Ch. 2 REBECCA'S HYMN When Israel, of the Lord beloved, Ivanhoe — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 RHEIN-WEIN LEID What makes the troopers' frozen courage muster? The House of Aspen — Act 4, Scene 3 ROSABELLE O listen, listen, ladies gay! The Lay of the Last Minstrel — Canto 6, 23 T H E ROVER A weary lot is thine, fair maid, Rokeby — Canto 3, 28 ST. S W I T H I N ' S C H A I R On Hallow-Mass Eve, ere ye boune ye to rest, Waverley — Ch. 13 SIR DAVID L I N D E S A Y ' S T A L E Of all the palaces so fair, Marmion — Canto 4, 15

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S O L D I E R ' S SONG Our vicar still preaches t h a t Peter and Poule The Lady of the Lake — Canto 6, 5 SOLDIER, W A K E Soldier, wake — the day is peeping, The Betrothed — Ch. 19 T H E SONG O F H A R O L D P A R F A G E R The sun is rising dimly red, The Pirate — Ch. 15 SONG O F T H E R E I M - K E N N A R Stem eagle of the far north-west The Pirate — Ch. 6 THE SWORD-DANCE Brave gentles all within this boor, The Pirate — Ch . 15 note TRIM-GO-TRIX The Paip, t h a t pagan full of pride, The Abbot -- Ch. 15 T H E T R U T H OF WOMAN Woman's faith, and woman's trust — The Betrothed — Ch. 20 U L R I C A ' S D E A T H SONG Whet the bright steel, Ivanhoe — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 WELSH DESCANT I asked of my harp, " W h o hath injured thy chords?" The Betrothed — Ch. 31

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IN THE NOVELS WAVERLEY, 1814 Waken, lords and ladies gay. General Preface, Appendix No. 2 And did you not hear of a mirth befell General Preface, Appendix No. 2 Now, gentle readers, I have let you ken Preface Late, when the Autumn evening fell Waverley — Ch. 5 His heart was all on honour bent, Waverley — Ch. 5 Yet did I mark where Cupid's shaft did light; Waverley — Ch. 5 When 'gan he loudly through the home to call Waverley — Ch. 9 Hie away, hie away Davie Gellatley — Ch. 12 On Hallow-Mass Eve, ere ye borne ye to rest, Rose Bradwardine — Ch. 13 All those idle thoughts and fantasies, Waverley — Ch. 13 Young men will love thee more fair and more fast; Davie Gellatley — Ch. 14 There is mist on the mountain, and night on the vale, Flora Mac-Ivor — Ch. 22

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O Lady of the desert, hail! Fergus Mac-Ivor — Ch. 23 Through heather, mosse, 'mong frogs, and bogs, and fogs, Waverley — Ch. 24 Hail to thee, thou holy herb, The Herbalist — Ch. 24 Emblem of England's ancient faith, Flora Mac-Ivor — Ch. 29 O gin ye were dead, gudeman, Mrs. Mucklewrath — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 We are bound to drive the bullocks, Vol. 2, Ch. 9 note We '11 give them the metal our mountain affords, Fergus Mac-Ivor — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 She wadna hae a Lowland laird, Fergus Mac-Ivor — Vol. 2, Ch. 14 The Highlandmen are pretty men Vol. 2, Ch. 15 note They came upon us in the night, Davie Gellatley — Vol. 2, Ch. 34 But follow, follow me, Davie Gellatley — Vol. 2, Ch. 34

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GUY M A N N E R I N G , 1815 Canny moment, lucky fit; Meg Merrilies — Ch. 3 Trefoil, vervain, John's-wort, dill, Meg Merrilies — Ch. 3 For fable is Love's world, his home, his birth-place : Ch. 3 Twist ye, twine ye! even so Meg Merrilies — Ch. 4 So the red Indian, by Ontario's side, Chapter heading — Ch. 8 To every guest the appropriate speech was made, By Mrs. Mac-Candlish — Ch. 11 Our hopes and fears Start up alarm'd, and o'er life's narrow verge Ch. 14 My gold is gone, my money is spent, Chapter heading — Ch. 15 Heaven first, in its mercy, taught mortals their letters, Chapter heading — Ch. 17 With prospects bright upon the world he came, Of Harry Bertram — Ch. 18 That weight of wood, with leathern coat o'erlaid, Description of books — Ch. 20

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Liddell till now, except in Doric lays, Chapter heading — Ch. 24 Wasted, weary, wherefore stay, Meg Merrilies — Ch. 27 Saufen Bier, und Brante-wein, Dirk Hatteraick — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 Gin by pailfuls, wine in rivers, Glossin — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 But this poor farce has neither truth, nor art. Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Nathaniel's heart, Bezaleel's hand, Inscription on a mausoleum — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 — Yes, ye moss-green walls. Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 The dark shall be light, Harry Bertram — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 Are these the Links of Forth, she said, A Damsel — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 A prison is a house of care, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 Wi' coulters and wi' forehammers Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 Dark shall be light, Meg Merrilies — Vol. 2, Ch. 20 This does indeed confirm each circumstance Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 21

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To hail the king in seemly sort Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 24 For though, seduced and led astray, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 26 — How like a hateful ape, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 27 T H E ANTIQUARY, 1816 I knew Anselmo. He was shrewd and prudent, Introductory Go call a coach, an,d let a coach be call'd, Chapter heading — Ch. 1 The pawky auld carle cam ower the lea, Chapter heading — Ch. 4 — See, then Lovel — See — See t h a t huge battle moving from the mountains, Oldbuck — Ch. 4 He came — but valour so had fired his eye, Oldbuck — Ch. 6 " B e brave," she cried, " y o u yet may be our guest," Chapter heading — Ch. 9 O, first they eated the white puddings, Oldbuck — Ch. 9 And many an hart, and many an hind, Lord Geraldin — Ch. 10 Ah! cruel maid, how hast thou changed Lord Geraldin — Ch. 10

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Why sit'st thou by that ruin'd hall, Maria Mclntyre — Ch. 10 Sometimes he thinks that Heaven this pageant sent, Chapter heading — Ch. 11 Here lyeth John o'ye Girnell, Inscription on a stone — Ch. 11 Beggar? — the only freeman of your commonwealth; Chapter heading — Ch. 12 Here has been such a stormy encounter Chapter heading — Ch. 19 — If you fail Honour here, Chapter heading — Ch. 20 — The Lord Abbot had a soul Subtile and quick and searching as the fire : Chapter heading — Ch. 21 Wiser Raymond, as in his closet pent, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 O weel may the boatie row, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 Who is he? — One that for the lack of land Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 Weave the warp and weave the woof, Oldbuck — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 Patrick the psalm-singer, Hector Mclntyre — Vol. 2, Ch. 9

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Upon my word, son of Fingal, Hector M c l n t y r e — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 Tell me not of it, friend — when the young weep, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 10 What is this secret sin, this untold tale, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 11 Remorse — she ne'er forsakes us — Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 Still in his dead hand clench'd remain the strings Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 Life with you, Glows in the brain and dances in the arteries; Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 14 Yes ! I love justice well — as well as you do — Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 Well, well, at worst, 'tis neither theft nor coinage, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 Life ebbs from such old age, unmark'd and silent, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 The herring loves the merry moonlight, Elspeth Mucklebackit — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 He t u r n ' d him right and round again, Elspeth Mucklebackit — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 So, while the Goose, of whom the fable told, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 20 Let those go see who will, — I like it not — Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 21

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Fortune, you say, flies from us — She but circles, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 22 Nay, if she love me not, I care not for her : Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 23 T H E BLACK D W A R F , 1816 Now horse and hattock, cried the Laird — Chapter heading — Ch. 8 So spak the knicht; the geaunt sed, Chapter heading — Ch. 9 I left my ladye's bower last night — Chapter heading — Ch. 10 Sae dauntonly, sae wantonly, Ralf Mareschal — Ch. 12 — ' Twas time and griefs T h a t framed him thus : Chapter heading — Ch. 16 OLD M O R T A L I T Y , 1816 Why seeks he with unwearied toil Chapter heading — Ch. 1 At fairs he play'd before the spearmen, Chapter heading — Ch. 4 Arouse thee, youth! — it is no human call — Chapter heading — Ch. 5 Between Saint Johnstone and Bonny Dundee, Tom Halliday and Jenny Dennison — Vol. 2, Ch. 2

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M y hounds may a'rin masterless, Chapter heading —· Vol. 2, Ch. 6 In Judah's land God is well known, Seventy-sixth Psalm sung by the Covenanters — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 And what though winter will pinch severe Major Bellenden — Vol. 2, Ch. 11 With careless gesture, mind unmoved, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 T h y hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright, Found in Bothwell's pocket-book — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 They marched east through Lithgow-town Royal Army at Bothwell Bridge — Vol. 2, Ch. 21 note Whate'er he did was done with so much ease, Of the Duke of Monmouth — Vol. 2, Ch. 22 As e'er ye saw the rain doun f a ' , Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 24 Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 26 What tragic tears bedim the eye! Chapter heading — Vol. 3, Ch. 2 Then out and spake the auld mother, Chapter heading — Vol. 3, Ch. 6 This martyre was by Peter Inglis shot. On a tombstone repaired by Old Mortality — Vol. 3, Ch. 6 note

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Here lyes ane saint to prelates surly, John Balfour of Burley's tombstone — Vol. 3, Ch. 8 note ROB ROY, 1817 Far and near, through vale and hill, Rob Roy's name — Introduction Rob Roy is frae the Hielands come, Introduction, Appendix 5 How have I sinn'd, t h a t this affliction Chapter heading — Ch. 1 O for the voice of that wild horn, Frank Osbaldistone — Ch. 2 How melts my beating heart, as I behold Chapter heading — Ch. 5 The rude hall rocks — they come, they come, — Chapter heading — Ch. 6 O, in Skipton-in-Craven, Squire Inglewood — Ch. 8 Good people all, I pray give ear, Mr. Morris — Ch. 8 The Indian leaf doth briefly burn; Squire Inglewood — Ch. 9 In the wide pile, by others heeded not, Chapter heading — Ch. 10 Amiddes the route you might descern one Diana Vernon's ancestor — Ch. 10

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What gars ye gaunt, my merrymen a'? Chapter heading — Ch. 11 Dire was his thought, who first in poison steep'd Chapter heading — Ch. 13 Yon lamp its line of quivering light Chapter heading — Ch. 14 Ladies, and knights, and arms, and love's fair flame, Frank Osbaldistone — Ch. 16 I hear a voice you cannot hear, Chapter heading — Ch. 17 And hurry, hurry, off they rode, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 Where longs to fall yon rifted spire, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 Hame came our gudeman at e'en, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 Come fill up my cap, come fill up my cann, Rob Roy — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 Far as the eye could reach no tree was seen, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 10 Baron of Bucklivie, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 11 "Woe to the vanquished!" was stern Brenno's word, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 14 And be he safe restored ere evening set, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 15

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And when he came to broken brigg, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 A hopeless darkness settles o'er my fate; Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 18 Farewell to the land where the clouds love to rest, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 Come ye hither, my six good sons, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 20 And let her health go round, around, around, Justice Inglewood — Vol. 2, Ch. 20 T H E H E A R T O F M I D - L O T H I A N , 1818 And thou, great god of aqua-vitae ! Chapter heading — Ch. 3 Arthur's seat shall be my bed, Chapter heading — Ch. 8 The elfin knight sate on the brae, Effie Deans — Ch. 10 Through the kirkyard Effie Deans — Ch. 10 Then she stretch'd out her lily hand, Chapter heading — Ch. 12 Dark and eerie was the night, Chapter heading — Ch. 14 When the glede's in the blue cloud, Madge Wildfire — V o l . 2, Ch. 1 — also Vol. 2, Ch. 3

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0 sleep ye sound, Sir James, she said, Madge Wildfire — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 — also Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Hey for cavaliers, ho for cavaliers, Madge Wildfire — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 1 glance like the wildfire through country and town; Madge Wildfire — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 What did ye wi' the bridal ring — bridal ring — bridal ring? Madge Wildfire — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 And some they whistled — and some they sang, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Good even, good fair moon, good even to thee; Madge Wildfire — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 I t is the bonny butcher lad, Madge Wildfire — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 There's a bloodhound ranging Tinwald wood, Ratcliffe and Madge Wildfire — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Yet though thou mayst be dragg'd in scorn Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 Mrs. David Williamson, A Siren — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 Robin Hood was a yeoman good, Dick Ostler — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 In the bonny cells of Bedlam, Madge Wildfire — Vol. 2, Ch. 15

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M y banes are buried in yon kirkyard Madge Wildfire — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 I ' m Madge of the country, I ' m Madge of the town, Madge Wildfire — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 Stand to it, noble pikemen, Legend below an engraving — Vol. 2, Ch. 18 — I beseech you — These tears beseech you, and these chaste hands woo you, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 23 At the sight of Dunbarton once again, The Duke of Argyle — Vol. 2, Ch. 24 Our work is over — over now, Madge Wildfire — Vol. 3, Ch. 2 When the fight of grace is fought, — Madge Wildfire — Vol. 3, Ch. 2 Cauld is my bed, Lord Archibald, Madge Wildfire — Vol. 3, Ch. 2 Proud Maisie is in the wood, Madge Wildfire — Vol. 3, Ch. 2 Wilt thou go on with me? Chapter heading — Vol. 3, Ch. 3 " I come," he said, " m y love my life," Chapter heading — Vol. 3, Ch. 6 The water gently down a level slid, Description of scenery — Vol. 3, Ch. 7

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Happy thou art ! then happy be, Chapter heading — Vol. 3, Ch. 10 Like a wild cub, rear'd at the ruffian's feet, Of " The Whistler " — Vol. 3, Ch. 14 T H E B R I D E O F L A M M E R M O O R , 1819 By cauk and keel to win your bread, Chapter heading — Ch. 1 Look not thou on beauty's charming, — Lucy Ashton — Ch. 3 The monk must arise when the matins ring, Norman — Ch. 3 Now, Billy Bewick, keep good heart, Chapter heading — Ch. 7 The hearth in hall was black and dead, Chapter heading — Ch. 8 To see good corn upon the rigs, Bucklaw — Ch. 8 Let them have meat enough, woman — half a hen; Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 As, to the Autumn breeze's bugle sound, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 Here is a father now, Will truck his daughters for a foreign venture, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 Sir, stay at home and take an old man's counsel; Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 10

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When the last Laird of Ravenswood to Ravenswood shall ride, Caleb Balderston — Vol. 2, Ch. 10 —-I do ill in this, And must not think but that a parent's plaint Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 11 True love, an thou be true, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 Why, now I have Dame Fortune by the forelock, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 Of fays t h a t nightly dance upon the wold, Dame Gourlay's tales — Vol. 2, Ch. 23 A L E G E N D O F MONTROSE, 1819 Woe, woe, son of the Lowlander, Introduction His mother could for him as cradle set Chapter heading — Ch. 2 Once on a time, no matter when, Chapter heading — Ch. 4 Birds of omen dark and foul, Annot Lyle — Ch. 6 Gaze not upon the stars, fond sage, Annot Lyle — Ch. 6 When Albin her claymore indignantly draws, Chapter heading — Ch. 7 November's hail-cloud drifts away, Annot Lyle — Ch. 9

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Dark on their journey lour'd the gloomy day, Chapter heading — Ch. 10 Is this thy castle, Baldwin? Melancholy Chapter heading — Ch. 11 When the cannons are roaring, lads, and the colours are flying, Dugald Dalgetty — Ch. 12 This was the entry then, these stairs — but whither after? Chapter heading — Chap. 14 Such mountains steep, such craggy hills, Chapter heading — Ch. 16 Piobracht au Donuil-dhu, Chapter heading — Ch. 18 Faint the din of battle bray'd, Chapter heading — Ch. 20 Wert thou, like me, in life's low vale, Annot Lyle — Ch. 21 IVANHOE, 1819 — In the midst was seen A lady of more majestic mien, Chapter heading — Ch. 9 Far in a wild, unknown to public view, Chapter heading — Ch. 16 High deeds achieved of knightly fame, King Richard — Ch. 17

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I'll give thee, good fellow, a twelvemonth or twain, Friar Tuck — Ch. 17 Away ! our journey lies through dell and dingle, Chapter heading — Ch. 18 A train of armed men, some noble dame Chapter heading — Ch. 19 When autumn nights were long and drear, Chapter heading — Ch. 20 Come, trowl the brown bowl to me, King Richard and Friar Tuck — Ch. 20 Alas, how many hours and years have past, Chapter heading — Ch. 21 The hottest horse will oft be cool, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Norman saw on English oak, Wamba — Vol. 2, Ch. 4 This wandering race, sever'd from other men, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 Approach the chamber, look upon his bed. Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 Whet the bright steel, Ulrica — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Trust me each state must have its policies: Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 Arouse the tiger of Hyrcanian deserts, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 12

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Say not my art is fraud — all live by seeming. Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 Stern was the law which bade its vot' ries leave Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 14 When Israel, of the Lord beloved, Rebecca — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 Anna-Marie, love, up is the sun, King Richard and Wamba — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 0 Tybalt, love, Tybalt, awake me not yet, Wamba — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 There came three merry men from south, west and north, King Richard and Wamba — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 The next that came forth, swore by blood and by nails, Wamba — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 So the knight and the squire were both left in the mire, King Richard and Wamba — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 All hail to the lordlings of high degree, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 18 1 found them winding of Marcello's corpse. Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 Dust unto dust, Choristers — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 His fate was destined to a foreign strand, Of King Richard — The end

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T H E MONASTERY, 1820 Colmslie stands on Colmslie hill, Introduction Take thou no scorn, The Author of Waverley — Answer to Introductory Epistle Oay! the Monks, the Monks they did the mischief! Chapter heading — Ch. 1 In yon lone vale his early youth was bred, Chapter heading — Ch. 2 They lighted down on Tweed water, Chapter heading — Ch. 3 A priest, ye cry, a priest ! — lame shepherds they, Chapter heading — Ch. 5 Merrily swim we, the moon shines bright, White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 5 Landed — landed ! the black book hath won, White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 5 Now let us sit in conclave. That these weeds Chapter heading —• Ch. 6 Nay, dally not with time, the wise man's treasure. Chapter heading — Ch. 8 For since they rode among our doors Chapter heading — Ch. 9 They ride about in such a rage Of military retainers — Ch. 9

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Good evening, Sir Priest, and so late as you ride, White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 9 What ho ! Sub-Prior, and come you but here White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 9 That which is neither ill nor well, White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 9 Vainly Sir Prior, wouldst thou bar me my right! White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 9 Men of good are bold as sackless, White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 9 Thank the holly-bush White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 10 You call this education, do you not? Chapter heading — Ch. 11 Thrice to the holly brake — Halbert Glendinning — Ch. 11 and 17 There's something in that ancient superstition, Chapter heading — Ch. 12 Youth of the dark eye, wherefore didst thou call me? White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 12 What I am I must not show — White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 12 Ay ! and I taught thee the word and the spell, White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 12 Thy craven fear my truth accused, White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 12

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Within that awful volume lies White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 12 M a n y a fathom dark and deep White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 12 Fearest thou to go with me? White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 12 Here lies the volume thou boldly hast sought; White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 12 Rash thy deed, White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 12 Mortal warp and mortal woof White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 12 Alas ! alas ! not ours the grace White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 12 The miller was of manly make, Chapter heading — Ch. 13 Nay, let me have the friends who eat my victuals, Chapter heading — Ch. 14 He strikes no coin 'tis true, but coins new phrases, Chapter heading — Ch. 15 I '11 seek for other aid — Spirits, they say, Chapter heading — Ch. 17 This is the day when the fairy kind White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 17 Darling youth! for thee it is well, White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 17

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A mightier wizard far than I White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 17 Ask t h y heart, whose secret cell White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 17 Do not ask me; White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 17 By ties mysterious link'd, our fated race White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 17 Look on my girdle — on the thread of gold — White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 17 Dim burns the once bright star of Avenel, White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 17 Complain not to me, child of clay, White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 17 When Piercie Shafton boasteth high, White Lady of Avenel — Ch. 17 I give thee eighteenpence a-day, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 Now choose thee, gallant, betwixt wealth and honour; Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 I hope you '11 give me cause to think you noble, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 He whose heart for vengeance sued, White Lady of Avenel — Vol. 2, Ch. 3

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You have summon'd me once — you have summon'd me twice, White Lady of Avenel — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Indifferent, but indifferent — pshaw, he doth it not Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 4 Yes, life hath left him — every busy thought, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 'Tis when the wound is stiffening with the cold, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 I'll walk on tiptoe; arm my eye with caution, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, Louis — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Now, by our Lady, Sheriff, 'tis hard reckoning, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 10 You call it an ill angel — it may be so; Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 Maiden, whose sorrows wail the Living Dead, White Lady of Avenel — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 At school I knew him — a sharp-witted youth, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 14 Then in my gown of sober gray Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 Thou who seek'st my fountain lone, White Lady of Avenel — Vol. 2, Ch. 15

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Now, on my faith, this gear is all entangled, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 'Twixt Wigton and the town of Ayr, Christie of the Clinthill — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 I t is not texts will do it — Church artillery Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 Faint the din of battle bray'd Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 Fare thee well, thou Holly green ! White Lady of Avenel — The end. T H E ABBOT, 1820 How steadfastly he fix'd his eyes on me — Chapter heading — Ch. 2 The waning harvest-moon shone broad and bright, Chapter heading — Ch. 3 — I n the wild storm, The seaman hews his mast down, and the merchant Chapter heading — Ch. 5 Thou hast each secret of the household, Francis. Chapter heading — Ch. 6 When I hae a saxpence under my thumb, Chapter heading — Ch. 7 And rather would Allan in dungeon lie, Adam Woodcock — Ch. 7 The sacred tapers' lights are gone, Chapter heading — Ch. 8

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And you shall learn my gay goss-hawk

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Life hath its May, and it is mirthful then: Chapter heading — Ch. 11 Nay, hear me, brother — I am elder, wiser, Chapter heading — Ch. 12 What, Dagon up again ! — I thought we had hurl'd him Chapter heading — Ch. 13 Not the wild billow, when it breaks its barrier — Chapter heading — Ch. 14 The Paip, that pagan full of pride, The Abbot of Unreason's revellers — Ch. 15 Youth! thou wear'st to manhood now. Chapter heading — Ch. 16 The Friars of Fail drank berry-brown ale, Adam Woodcock — Ch. 16 Saint Monance' sister,

Adam Woodcock — Ch. 16

From haunted spring and grassy ring, Adam Woodcock — Ch. 16 — The sky is clouded, Gaspard, And the vex'd ocean sleeps a troubled sleep, Chapter heading — Ch. 18 It is and it is not — 'tis the thing I sought for, Chapter heading — Ch. 19

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Now have you reft me from my staff, my guide, Chapter heading — Ch. 20 M y maids, come to my dressing-bower, Queen Mary — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 And when Love's torch hath set the heart in flame, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 Listneth, gode people, everiche one, The Pardoner or Quaestionary — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 O some do call me Jack, sweet love, Henry Seyton — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 Yes, it is she whose eyes look'd on thy childhood, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 In some breasts passion lies conceal'd and silent, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 10 Death distant? — No, alas! he's ever with us, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 Ay, Pedro, — Come you here with mask and lantern, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 14 He mounted himself on a coal-black steed, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 Ay, sir — our ancient crown, in these wild times, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 K E N I L W O R T H , 1821 The dews of summer night did fall; A ballad by Mickle — Introduction

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I am an innkeeper, and know my grounds, Chapter heading — Ch. 1 Of all the birds on bush or tree,

Goldthred — C h . 2

Nay, I'll hold touch —· the game shall be play'd out, Chapter heading — Ch. 3 Not serve two masters? — Here's a youth will try it — Chapter heading —· Ch. 4 — He was a man Versed in the world as pilot in his compass. Chapter heading — Ch. 5 — This is he Who rides on the court-gale; controls its tides; Chapter heading — Ch. 7 This is rare news thou tell'st me, my good fellow; Chapter heading — Ch. 14 Now Robin Hood drew his sword so good, Giles Gosling — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 Now God be good to me in this wide pilgrimage ! Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 Hark, the bells summon, and the bugle calls, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 What, man, ne'er lack a draught, when the full can Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 11 Now fare thee well, my master — if true service Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 12

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Now bid the steeple rock —- she comes, she comes ! — Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 What stir, what turmoil, have we for the nones! Porter of Kenilworth Castle — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 The wisest Sovereigns err like private men, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 As then, perchance, unguarded was the tower, Cited by Queen Elizabeth — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 Here stands the victim — there the proud betrayer, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 — Sincerity, Thou first of virtues! let no mortal leave Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 18 High o'er the eastern steep the sun is beaming, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 23 Here lies a valiant warriour, Of the Erie of Leister — Vol. 2, Ch. 24 note T H E P I R A T E , 1821 The storm had ceased its wintry roar, Chapter heading — Ch. 1 'Tis not alone the scene — the man, Anselmo, Chapter heading — Ch. 2 O, Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, Chapter heading — Ch. 3 This is no pilgrim's morning — yon grey mist Chapter heading — Ch. 4

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My music since has been the plough. An Agriculturist — Ch. 4 note The wind blew keen frae north and east; Chapter heading — Ch. 5 Stern eagle of the far north-west, Noma of the Fitful-Head — Ch. 6 She does no work by halves, yon raving ocean; Chapter heading — Ch. 7 This is a gentle trader, and a prudent. Chapter heading — Ch. 9 — All your ancient customs, And long-descended usages, I'll change. Chapter heading — Ch. 11 Farewell to Northmaven, Claud Halcro — Ch. 12 We '11 keep our customs — what is law itself, Chapter heading — Ch. 14 The sun is rising dimly red, Claud Halcro — Ch. 15 Brave gentles all within this boor,

Ch. 15 note Fathoms deep beneath the wave, Claud Halcro — Ch. 16 For leagues along the watery way, Noma of the Fitful-Head — Ch. 19 Dwellers of the mountain, rise, Noma of the Fitful-Head — Ch. 19

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A thousand winters dark have flown, Trolld the dwarf — Ch. 19 Dark are thy words, and severe, N o m a of the Fitful-Head — Ch. 19 But lost to me, for ever lost those joys, Chapter Heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 Mother darksome, Mother dread — Claud Halcro — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 The thought of the aged is ever on gear, — N o m a of the Fitful-Head — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 The ship, well-laden as bark need be, N o m a of the Fitful-Head — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 Mother doubtful, Mother dread, Claud Halcro — Vol. 2, Ch. 1. This introduces three stanzas in this chapter. The infant loves the rattle's noise; N o m a of the Fitful-Head — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 Be mine the Imber-goose to play, Claud Halcro — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 Gold is ruddy, fair, and free, N o m a of the Fitful-Head — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 Mother, speak, and do not tarry, Magnus Troil — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 Untouch'd by love, t h e maiden's breast N o m a of the Fitful-Head — Vol. 2, Ch. 1. This line introduces two stanzas in this chapter.

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Farewell, merry maidens, to song, and to laugh, Claud Halcro — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 There was shaking of hands, and sorrow of heart, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Love wakes and weeps Cleveland — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Farewell! Farewell! the voice you hear, Cleveland — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 And you shall deal the funeral dole; Claud Halcro — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Saint Magnus control thee, t h a t martyr of treason; Claud Halcro — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Where corpse-light Claud Halcro — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Menseful maiden ne'er should rise, Claud Halcro — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Champion, famed for warlike toil, N o m a of the Fitful-Head — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 Nae langer she wept, — her tears were a' spent, — Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 Thrice from the cavern's darksome womb Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 The witch then raised her wither'd arm, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Thou so needful, yet so dread, N o m a of the Fitful-Head — Vol. 2, Ch. 8

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Old Reimkennar, to t h y art N o m a of the Fitful-Head — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Girdle of our islands dear, N o m a of the Fitful-Head — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Thou, t h a t over billows dark N o m a of the Fitful-Head — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 She who sits by haunted well, N o m a of the Fitful-Héad — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Thou art within a demon's hold, N o m a of the Fitful-Head — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Mark me ! for the word I speak N o m a of the Fitful-Head — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Be patient, be patient, for Patience hath power N o m a of the Fitful-Head — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 See yonder woman, whom our swains revere, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 What ho, my jovial mates ! come on ! we '11 frolic it Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 10 I strive like to the vessel in the tide-way, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 Poor sinners whom the snake deceives, Bryce Snailsfoot — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 Robin Rover Pirate's song — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 Parental love, my friend, has power o'er wisdom, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 13

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Hark to the insult loud, the bitter sneer, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 14 I t was a ship, and a ship of fame, Dick Fletcher — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 Over the mountains and under the waves, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 Now, Emma, now the last reflection make, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 Of an outlawe, this is the lawe — Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 20 T H E F O R T U N E S O F N I G E L , 1822 I broke the bands of fear, and madly cried, Introductory Epistle O if it were a mean thing, Introductory Epistle Now Scot and English are agreed, Chapter heading — Ch. 1 This, sir, is one among the Seignory, Chapter heading — Ch. 2 Ay, sir, the clouted shoe hath ofttimes craft in't, Chapter heading — Ch. 4 Wherefore come ye not to court? Chapter heading — Ch. 5 With one good pen I wrote this book, Ch. 5 note

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0 , 1 do know him — 'tis the mouldy lemon Chapter heading — Ch. 6 Full moon and high sea, David Ramsay —- Ch. 6 Things needful we have thought on; but the thing Chapter heading — Ch. 7 O, do ye ken Elsie Marley, honey — Moniplies — Ch. 7 Ay ! mark the matron well — and laugh not, Harry, Chapter heading — Ch. 8 Bid not t h y fortune troll upon the wheels Chapter heading — Ch. 10 —• This is the very barn-yard, Where muster daily the prime cocks o' the game, Chapter heading — Ch. 12 Let the proud salmon gorge the feather'd hook, Chapter heading — Ch. 13 Bingo, why Bingo ! hey, boy — here, sir, here ! — Chapter heading — Ch. 14 'Twas when fleet Snowball's head was woxen grey Chapter heading — Ch. 15 Give way •— give way — I must and will have justice. Chapter heading — Ch. 16 Come hither, young one, — Mark me ! Thou art now Chapter heading — Ch. 17

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Old Sir Simon the King, " D u k e " Hildebrod — Ch. 17 Your suppliant, by name " D u k e " Hildebrod — Ch. 17 By spigot and barrel, Chorus of Alsatians — Ch. 17 From the touch of the tip, " D u k e " Hildebrod — Ch. 17 What ! dazzled by a flash of Cupid's mirror, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 By the good light, a wench of matchless mettle! Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 Credit me friend, it hath been ever thus, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Rove not from pole t o pole — the man lives here Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 4 Chance will not do the work — Chance sends the breeze; Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 Bilboe's the word — I t hath been spoke too often, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 This is the time — Heaven's maiden sentinel Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 Death finds us 'mid our playthings — snatches us, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 8

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Give us good voyage, gentle stream — we stun not Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 This way lie safety and a sure retreat; Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 10 How fares t h e man on whom good men would look Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 Yet though thou shouldst be dragg'd in scorn Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 Marry, come up, sir, with your gentle blood! Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 14 I t ' s hame, and i t ' s hame, and it's hame we fain would be, Moniplies — Vol. 2, Ch. 14 Thou son of parchment, got betwixt the inkhorn Colepepper — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 And three merry men, and three merry men, Colepepper — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 We are not worst at once — the course of evil Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 18 P E V E R I L O F T H E P E A K , 1823 In so shifting a scene, who would confidence place Appendix to Introduction What wouldst thou have, Francis Norton? Prefatory Letter Hey for cavaliers — ho for cavaliers, Sir Geoffrey Peveril — Ch. 1

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Why then, we will have bellowing of beeves, Chapter heading — Ch. 2 No, sir — I will not pledge — I ' m one of those Chapter heading — Ch. 4 Let God arise, and then his foes Song of the Presbyterians — Ch. 4 O what a happy thing it is, Nehemiah Solsgrace — Ch. 4 'Twas when they raised, 'mid sap and siege, Chapter heading — Ch. 5 If speech be only in accented sounds, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 This is a love-meeting? See the maiden mourns, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Now rede me, rede me, brother dear, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 4 Now, hoist the anchor, mates — and let the sails Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 Good even to you, Diccon; Tom Chiffinch — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Content thee, kind Robin; Edward Christian — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Now a plague of their votes Tom Chiffinch — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 All joy to great Caesar, Tom Chiffinch — Vol. 2, Ch. 8

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The Gordon then his bugle blew, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 Ye thought in the world there was no power to tame ye, Inmates of the Peveril Arms Inn — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 We meet, as men see phantoms in a dream, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 10 The course of human life is changeful still, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 11 Necessity — thou best of peacemakers, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 — This is some creature of the elements, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 As for John Dryden's Charles, I own t h a t King Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 I fear the devil worst when gown and cassock, Chapter heading — Vol. 3, Ch. 1 'Tis the black ban-dog of our jail — Pray look on him, Chapter heading — Vol. 3, Ch. 3 Speak not of niceness, when there's chance of wreck, Chapter heading — Vol. 3, Ch. 8 But when he came near, Eenella — Vol. 3, Ch. 9 He came amongst them like a new-raised spirit, Chapter heading — Vol. 3, Ch. 13

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And some for safety took the dreadful leap; Chapter heading — Vol. 3, Ch. 14 High feasting was there there — the gilded roofs Chapter heading — Vol. 3, Ch. 15 Here stand I tight and trim, Chapter heading — Vol. 3, Ch. 16 Q U E N T I N D U R W A R D , 1823 Full in the midst a mighty pile arose, Chapter heading — Ch. 3 Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh, Isabelle — Ch. 4 Sae rantingly, sae wantonly, Chapter heading — Ch. 6 Painters show Cupid blind — H a t h Hymen eyes? Chapter heading — Ch. 11 This is a lecturer so skill'd in policy, Chapter heading — Ch. 12 Talk not of Kings — I scorn the poor comparison; Chapter heading — Ch. 13 I see thee yet, fair France — thou favour'd land Chapter heading — Ch. 14 He was a son of Egypt, as he told me, Chapter heading — Ch. 15 Ah, freedom is a noble thing — Quentin Durward — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 Rescue or none, SirChapter Knight, heading I am your captive; — Vol. 2, Ch. 7

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No human quality is so well wove Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 When Princes meet, Astrologers may mark it Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 Thy time is not yet out — the devil thou servest Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 Hold fast thy truth, young soldier. — Gentle maiden, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 14 Some better bard shall sing, in feudal state Translation from Orlando Furioso — Vol. 2, The End ST. R O N A N S WELL, 1823 But to make up my tale, Chapter heading — Ch. 1 There must be government in all society — Chapter heading — Ch. 3 And, sir, if these accounts be true, Chapter heading — Ch. 6 Come, let me have thy counsel, for I need it; Chapter heading — Ch. 10 Nearest of blood should still be next in love; Chapter heading — Ch. 11 Oh! you would be a vestal maid, I warrant, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 4 As shakes the bough of trembling leaf, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 9

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I t comes — it wrings me in my parting hour, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 On the lee-beam lies the land, boys, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 14 Still though the headlong cavalier, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 What sheeted ghost is wandering through the storm? Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 Here come we to our close — for t h a t which follows Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 20 R E D G A U N T L E T , 1824 For all our men were very very merry, Choristers — Letter 10 Jack look'd at the sun, and cried, "Fire, fire, fire"; Choristers — Letter 10 T a m Luter was their minstrel meet, Darsie Latimer — Letter 12 Give me thy hope which sickens not the heart; Darsie Latimer — Letter 12 God bless the King — God bless the Faith's defender! Inscription on a tankard — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 Good night and joy be wi' ye a', Darsie Latimer — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Cock up your beaver, and cock it f u ' sprush, Darsie Latimer — Vol. 2, Ch. 3

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Whare will I get a bonny boy Darsie Latimer — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Leave thee — leave thee, lad — Wandering Willie — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 As lords their labourers' hire delay, Lines to Darsie Latimer — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Oh I loe weel my Charlie's name, Summertrees — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 Willy Foster's gone to sea, Nanty Ewart — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 A lovely lass to a friar came, Nanty Ewart — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 T H E B E T R O T H E D , 1825 Be by your friends advised Captain Clutterbuck — Introduction In Madoc's tent the clarion sounds, Chapter heading — Ch. 2 Blessed Mary, mother dear, Chapter heading — Ch. 6 O, sadly shines the morning sun Chapter heading — Ch. 7 "Twas when ye raised, 'mid sap and siege, Chapter heading — Ch. 8 " O night of woe," she said and wept, Chapter heading — Ch. 9

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They bore him barefaced on his bier, Chapter heading — Ch. 10 Cloth must we wear, Dame Gillian — Ch. 10 Now all ye ladies of fair Scotland, Chapter heading — Ch. 12 Too much rest is rust, Chapter heading — Ch. 13 I see a hand you cannot see, Chapter heading — Ch. 15 Widow'd wife, and wedded maid, The Vision of the murdered Vanda — Ch. 15 and Conclusion Ring out the merry bells, the bride approaches. Chapter heading — Ch. 17 He was a minstrel — in his mood Chapter heading — Ch. 19 Soldier, wake — the day is peeping, Cadwallon — Ch. 19 The King called down his merry-men all, Chapter heading — Ch. 20 Woman's faith, and woman's trust —· Cadwallon — Ch. 20 — Gentle sir, You are our captive — but we '11 use you so, Chapter heading — Ch. 27

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Oh, fear not, fear not, good Lord John, Chapter heading — Ch. 31 I asked of my harp, 'Who hath injured thy chords?' Cadwallon — Ch. 31 T H E TALISMAN, 1825 Dark Ahriman, whom Irak still Saladin — Ch. 3 Their necromantic forms in vain Chapter heading — Ch. 5 This is the Prince of Leeches; fever, plague, Chapter heading — Ch. 9 One thing is certain in our Northern land, Chapter heading — Ch. 11 What brave chief shall head the forces, A minstrel of the Archduke of Austria — Ch. 11 You talk of Gaiety and Innocence ! Chapter heading — Ch. 13 The feather'd songster, chanticleer, Chapter heading — Ch. 15 'Tis not her sense — for sure, in t h a t Chapter heading — Ch. 16 Were every hair upon his head a life, Chapter heading — Ch. 17 This work desires a planetary intelligence Chapter heading — Ch. 18

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Must we then sheathe our still victorious sword; Chapter heading — Ch. 19 When beauty leads the lion in her toils, Chapter heading — Ch. 20 Mid these wild scenes Enchantment waves her hand, Chapter heading — Ch. 23 — A grain of dust Soiling our cup, will make our sense reject Chapter heading — Ch. 24 The tears I shed must ever fall ! Chapter heading — Ch. 26 'Twas near the fair city of Benevent, Blondel — Ch. 26 The Baptist's fair morrow beheld gallant feats — Blondel — Ch. 26 We heard the Tecbir, •— so these Arabs call Chapter heading —· Ch. 27 WOODSTOCK, 1826 Come forth, old man — T h y daughter's side Chapter heading — Ch. 2 Now, ye wild blades, t h a t make loose inns your stage, Chapter heading — Ch. 3 — Yon path of greensward Winds round by sparry grot and gay pavilion; Chapter heading — Ch. 4

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M y tongue pads slowly under this new language, Chapter heading — Ch. 5 Hey for cavaliers! Ho for cavaliers! Roger Wildrake — Ch. 5 — Here we have one head Upon two bodies — your two-headed bullock Chapter heading — Ch. 10 — Deeds are done on earth, Which have their punishment ere the earth closes Chapter heading — Ch. 14 By pathless march, by greenwood tree, Trusty Tomkins — Ch. 14 Though for a time we see Whitehall Roger Wildrake — Ch. 16 Then let the health go round, a-round, a-round, a-round, Roger Wildrake — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 Bring the bowl which you boast, Dr. Rochecliffe — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 The deadliest snakes are those which, twined 'mongst flowers, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 An hour with thee ! — When earliest day Prince Charles — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 A man may drink and not be drunk; Prince Charles — Vol. 2, Ch. 9

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Son of a witch Roger Wildrake — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 Were my son William here but now, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 The King, therefore, for his defence Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 Most gracious prince, good Cannyng cried, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 When I was a young lad, Roger Wildrake — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 Now a plague on the poll Roger Wildrake — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 O, we'll dance and sing and play, Roger Wildrake — Vol. 2, Ch. 20 O, the twenty-ninth of May, Roger Wildrake — Vol. 2, Ch. 20 T H E T W O DROVERS, 1827 Were ever two such loving friends ! — Chapter heading —• Ch. 2 T H E H I G H L A N D WIDOW, 1827 W h a t ' s property, dear Swift? you see it alter Translation from Horace — Introductory. Ch. 3 For he did spend, and make an end Christie Steele —· Introductory.

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Chrystal, the ne'er-do-weel, Chrystal Croftangry — Introductory. Ch. 4 What ails me, I may not, as well as they, Chrystal Croftangry — Introductory. Ch. 5 O, I ' m come to the Low Country, Chapter heading — Ch. 2 My sword, my spear, my shaggy shield, Hamish Mhor — Ch. 2 T H E SURGEON'S DAUGHTER, 1827 Indite, my muse, indite, Preface heading Dick was come to high renown Chapter heading — Ch. 3 Now hold thy tongue, Billy Bewick, he said, Chapter heading — Ch. 4 'Twas the hour when rites unholy Chapter heading — Ch. 14 MY AUNT MARGARET'S MIRROR, 1828 There are times When Fancy plays her gambols, in despite Preface heading The horrid plough has raised the green Preface

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T H E F A I R M A I D O F P E R T H , 1828 The ashes here of murder'd Kings Introductory heading "Behold the Tiber," the vain Roman cried, Chapter heading — Ch. 1 Within the bounds of Annandale, Chapter heading — Ch. 8 Ah, poor Louise ! The livelong day Louise — Ch. 10 Fair is the damsel, passing fair — Chapter heading — Ch. 11 Then up and spak the auld gudewife, Chapter heading — Ch. 12 Will you go to the Hielands, Lizzy Lyndesay, Chapter heading —• Ch. 14 M y dog and I we have a trick Oliver Proudfute — Ch. 16 Viewless Essence, thin and bare, Chant of the women mourners — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 Lo! where he lies embalmed in gore, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 Sing, three merry-men, and three merry-men, Henbane Dwining — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 Yes thou mayst sigh, Louise — Vol. 2, Ch. 13

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Oh, Bold and True, in bonnet blue, Louise — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 The hour is nigh: now hearts beat high: Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 ANNE OF GEIERSTEIN, 1829 Sir Graff, with permission, While the sun shines with even light Sir Graff, Master brave, Sir Graff, I ask by permission, I permit right, and I forbid wrong, On this day, with common consent,

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Cursed be the gold and silver, which persuade Chapter heading — Ch. 3 If I hit mast, and line, and bird Arthur Philipson — Ch. 4 — I was one Who loved the greenwood bank and lowing herd, Chapter heading —· Ch. 5 When we two meet, we meet like rushing torrents; Chapter heading — Ch. 6

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Let him who will not proffer'd peace receive, Chapter heading — Ch. 7 They saw t h a t city, welcoming the Rhine, Chapter heading — Ch. 8 We know not when we sleep nor when we wake. Chapter heading — Ch. 10 These be the adept's doctrines — every element Chapter heading — Ch. 11 Upon the Rhine, upon the Rhine they cluster, Chapter heading —· Ch. 18 Measurers of good and evil, Judges of the Vehmic Tribunal —Vol. 2, Ch. 2 On life and soul, on blood and bone, Chorus of the Vehmic Tribunal — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 How wears the night? D o t h morning shine Chorus of the Vehmic Tribunal — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 The night is old; on Rhine's broad breast Judges of the Vehmic Tribunal — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 Up, then, up! When day's at rest, Chorus of the Vehmic Tribunal — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 Tell me not of it — I could ne'er abide Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 4 A mirthful man he was — the snows of age Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 11 Ay, this is he who wears the wealth of bays Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 12

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— Want you a man Experienced in the world and its affairs? Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 Toll, toll the bell! Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 — Here's a wepon now, Shall shake a conquering general in his tent, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 Faint the din of battle bray'd Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 18 C O U N T R O B E R T O F PARIS, 1831 Here, youth, thy foot unbrace, Chapter heading — Ch. 3 We heard the Tecbir, so these Arabs call Chapter heading — Ch. 4 The storm increases — 'tis no sunny shower, Chapter heading — Ch. 5 Vain man ! thou mayst esteem thy love as fair Chapter heading — Ch. 6 Through the vain webs which puzzle sophists' skill, Chapter heading — Ch. 8 Between the foaming jaws of the white torrent, Chapter heading — Ch. 9 These were wild times — the antipodes of ours : Chapter heading — Ch. 10

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Without, a ruin, broken, tangled, cumbrous, Chapter heading — Ch. 11 The parties met. The wily, wordy Greek, Chapter heading — Ch. 12 Strange ape of man ! who loathes thee while he scorns thee; Chapter heading — Ch. 16 'Tis strange that, in the dark sulphureous mine, Chapter heading — Ch. 17 All is prepared — the chambers of the mine Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 Heaven knows its time; the bullet has its billet, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 Will you hear of a Spanish lady, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 CASTLE DANGEROUS, 1831 A tale of sorrow, for your eyes may weep; Chapter heading — Ch. 5 The knights are dust, Lazarus Powheid — Ch. 9, and also note Where is he? H a t h the deep earth swallow'd him? Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 The way is long, my children, long and rough — Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 4 " T h e heart," she said, "is lightly prized," Lady Augusta de Berkely — Vol. 2, Ch. 6

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His talk was of another world — his bodements Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 When the cock crows, keep well his comb, Bertram, the Minstrel — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 The hound that was harmed then muzzled shall be, Bertram, the Minstrel — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Cry the wild war-note, let the champions pass, Chapter heading — Vol. 2, Ch. 10 VOLUMES AND CHAPTERS Waverley Volume 1, Chapters 1-29 2, " 1-43 Guy Mannering Volume 1, Chapters 1-29 2, " 1-29 The Antiquary Volume 1, Chapters 1-21 2, " 1-24 The Black Dwarf Volume 1 Old Mortality Volume 1, Chapters 1-8 2,

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The Heart of Mid-Lothian Volume 1, Chapters 1-14 2, " 1-24* 3, " 1-14 The Bride of Lammermoor Volume 1, Chapters 1-8 2, " 1-27 A Legend of Montrose Volume 1 Ivanhoe Volume 1, Chapters 1-23* 2,

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IN THE LONG POEMS THE LAY OF T H E LAST MINSTREL, 1805 It was an English ladye bright, Albert Graeme — Canto 6, 11 'Twas All-soul's eve, and Surrey's heart beat high; Fitztraver — Canto 6, 16 O listen, listen ladies gay ! Harold — Canto 6, 23 That day of wrath, that dreadful day, The holy Fathers — Canto 6, 31 MARMION, 1808 Where shall the lovers rest, Fitz-Eustace — Canto 3, 10 A Clerk could tell what years have flown The Host — Canto 3, 19 Of all the palaces so fair, Sir David Lindesay — Canto 4, 15 0 , young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Dame Heron — Canto 5, 12 T H E LADY OF T H E LAKE, 1810 Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Ellen Douglas — Canto 1, 31

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Not faster yonder rower's might Allan-bane — Canto 2, 1 Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances ! Clansmen of Roderick Dhu — Canto 2, 19 He is gone on the mountain, The Mourners of Duncan — Canto 3, 16 The heath this night must be my bed, Norman — Canto 3, 23 Ave Maria! maiden mild! Ellen Douglas — Canto 3, 29 Merry it is in the good greenwood Allan-bane — Canto 4, 12 They bid me sleep, they bid me pray, Blanche of Devan — Canto 4, 22 For 0 my sweet William was forester true, Blanche of Devan — Canto 4, 24 The toils are pitch'd, and the stakes are set, Blanche of Devan — Canto 4, 25 Our vicar still preaches that Peter and Poule John of Brent — Canto 6, 5 The Minstrel came once more to view Allan-bane — Canto 6, 15 And art thou cold and lowly laid, Allan-bane — Canto 6, 22 My hawk is tired of perch and hood, Malcolm Graeme — Canto 6, 24

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R O K E B Y , 1812 Hail to t h y cold and clouded beam, . Wilfred Wy cliff e — Canto 1, 33 0 , Brignall banks are wild and fair, Edmund of Winston —· Canto 3, 16 A weary lot is thine, fair maid, Edmund of Winston —· Canto 3, 28 Allen-a-Dale has no fagot for burning, Edmund of Winston — Canto 3, 30 Summer eve has gone and past, Edmund of Winston — Canto 5, 7 0 , Lady, twine no wreath for me, Wilfred Wycliffe — Canto 5, 13 I was a wild and wayward boy, Edmund of Winston — Canto 5, 18 While the dawn on the mountain was misty and gray, Edmund of Winston — Canto 5, 20 The sound of Rokeby's woods I hear, Matilda — Canto 5, 23 And whither would you lead me then? Edmund of Winston — Canto 5, 27 T H E B R I D A L O F T R I E R M A I N , 1813 Rash Adventurer, bear thee back! The Weird Maids — Canto 3, 21

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Hurra, hurra! Our watch is done! The Weird Maids — Canto 3, 24 See the treasures Merlin piled, Chorus of Maidens — Canto 3, 26 See these clots of virgin gold ! First Maiden — Canto 3, 26 See these pearls, t h a t long have slept; Second Maiden — Canto 3, 26 Does a livelier hue delight? Third Maiden — Canto 3, 26 Leave these gems of poorer shine, Fourth Maiden — Canto 3, 26 Warrior, seize the splendid store; Chorus — Canto 3, 26 Son of Honour, theme of story, A lay — Canto 3, 34 Quake to your foundations deep, Fourth Maiden — Canto 3,36 T H E L O R D OF T H E ISLES, 1815 Wake, Maid of Lorn ! the moments fly, Ferrand, the Minstrel — Canto 1, 4 Whence the broach of burning gold, Ferrand, the Minstrel — Canto 2, 11

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HAROLD T H E DAUNTLESS, 1817 Lord William was born in gilded bower, Metelill — Canto 2, 6 Hawk and osprey scream'd for joy Gunnar, the Page — Canto 3, 6 111 fares the bark with tackle riven, Gunnar, the Page — Canto 3, 9 "She may be fair," he sang, " b u t y e t " Gunnar, the Page — Canto 3, 10 The Druid Urien had daughters seven, Hugh Meneville — Canto 4, 14

IN THE DRAMAS GOETZ OF BERLICHINGEN, 1799 It was a little naughty page, George — Act 3, Scene 19 T H E HOUSE OF ASPEN, 1799 Joy to the victors! the sons of old Aspen! Henry — Act 2, Scene 2 Sweet shone the sun on the fair lake of Toro, Gertrude — Act 3, Scene 1 What makes the troopers' frozen courage muster? Wickerd — Act 4, Scene 3 T H E DOOM OF DEVORGOIL, 1830 The sun upon the lake is low, Flora — Act 1, Scene 1 We love the shrill trumpet, we love the drum's rattle, Blackthorn and Vassals — Act 1, Scene 1 Admire not that I gain'd the prize Leonard — Act 1, Scene 1 When the tempest's at the loudest, Flora — Act 1, Scene 2 0 , Robin Hood was a bowman good, Blackthorn — Act 2, Scene 1

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To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claver'se who spoke, Leonard — Act 2, Scene 2 When friends are met o'er merry cheer, Leonard and Flora — Act 2, Scene 2 Cockledemoy ! M y boy, my boy — Owlspiegle and Cockledemoy — Act 3, Scene 2 Father never started hair, Cockledemoy — Act 3, Scene 2 Hair-breadth 'scapes, and hair-breadth snares, Cockledemoy — Act 3, Scene 2 Sir, you have been trimm'd of late, Cockledemoy — Act 3, Scene 2 Up in the sky, on the bonny dragonfly, Cockledemoy — Act 3, Scene 2 A U C H I N D R A N E ; OR T H E AYRSHIRE TRAGEDY, 1830 Hither we come, once slaves to the drum, Quentin — Act 1, Scene 1

INDEX OF FIRST LINES A Clerk could tell what years have flown Marmion — Canto 3, 19 — A grain of dust Soiling our cup, will make our sense reject The Talisman — Ch. 24 A hopeless darkness settles o'er my fate; Rob Roy — Vol. 2, Ch. 18 A lovely lass to a friar came, Redgauntlet — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 A man may drink and not be drunk; Woodstock — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 A mightier wizard far than I The Monastery — Ch. 17 A mirthful man he was — the snows of age Anne of Geierstein — Vol. 2, Ch. 11 A priest, ye cry, a priest ! — lame shepherds they, The Monastery — Ch. 5 A prison is a house of care, Guy Mannering — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 A tale of sorrow, for your eyes may weep; Castle Dangerous — Ch. 5 A thousand winters dark have flown, The Pirate — Ch. 19

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A train of armed men, some noble dame Ivanhoe — C. 19 A weary lot is thine, fair maid, Rokeby — Canto 3, 28 Admire not t h a t I gain'd the prize The Doom of Devorgoil — Act 1, Scene 1 Ah! County Guy, t h e hour is nigh, Quentin Durward — Ch. 4 Ah! cruel maid, how hast thou changed The Antiquary — Ch. 10 Ah, freedom is a noble thing — Quentin Durward — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 Ah, poor Louise! The livelong day The Fair Maid of Perth — Ch. 10 Alas ! alas ! not ours the grace The Monastery — Ch. 12 Alas, how many hours and years have past, Ivanhoe — Ch. 21 All hail to the lordlings of high degree, Ivanhoe — Vol. 2, Ch. 18 All is prepared — the chambers of the mine Count Robert of Paris — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 All joy to great Caesar, Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 All those idle thoughts and fantasies, Waverley — Ch. 13

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— All your ancient customs, And long-descended usages, I '11 change. The Pirate — Ch. 11 Allen-a-Dale has no fagot for burning, Rokeby — Canto 3, 30 Amiddes the route you might descern one Rob Roy — Ch. 10 An hour with thee ! — When earliest day Woodstock — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 And art thou cold and lowly laid, The Lady of the Lake — Canto 6, 22 And be he safe restored ere evening set, Rob Roy — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 And did you not hear of a mirth befell Waverley — General Preface, Appendix No. 2 And hurry, hurry, off they rode, Rob Roy —Vol. 2, Ch. 1 And let her health go round, around, around, Rob Roy — Vol. 2, Ch. 20 And many an hart, and many an hind, The Antiquary — Ch. 10 And rather would Allan in dungeon lie, The Abbot — Ch. 7 And, sir, if these accounts be true, St. Ronan's Well — Ch. 6 And some for safety took the dreadful leap; Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 3, Ch. 14

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And some they whistled — and some they sang, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 And thou, great god of aqua-vitae ! The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Ch. 3 And three merry men, and three merry men, The Fortunes of Nigel — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 And what though winter will pinch severe Old Mortality — Vol. 2, Ch. 11 And when he came to broken brigg, Rob Roy — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 And when Love's torch hath set the heart in flame, The Abbot — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 And whither would you lead me then? Rokeby — Canto 5, 27 And you shall deal the funeral dole ; The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 And you shall learn my gay goss-hawk The Abbot — Ch. 9, note Anna-Marie, love, up is the sun, Ivanhoe — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 Approach the chamber, look upon his bed. Ivanhoe — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 Are these the Links of Forth, she said, Guy Mannering — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 Arouse the tiger of Hyrcanian deserts. Ivanhoe — Vol. 2, Ch. 12

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Arouse thee, youth! -— it is no human call — Old Mortality — Ch. 5 Arthur's seat shall be my bed, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Ch. 8 As e'er ye saw the rain doun fa', Old Mortality — Vol. 2, Ch. 24 As for John Dryden's Charles, I own t h a t King Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 As lords their labourers' hire delay, Redgauntlet — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 As shakes the bough of trembling leaf, St. Ronan's Well — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 As then, perchance, unguarded was the tower, Kenilworth — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 As, to the Autumn breeze's bugle sound, The Bride of Lammermoor — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 Ask t h y heart, whose secret cell The Monastery — Ch. 17 At fairs he play'd before the spearmen, Old Mortality — Ch. 4 At school I knew him — a sharp-witted youth, The Monastery — Vol. 2, Ch. 14 At the sight of Dunbarton once again, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 2, Ch. 24 Ave Maria! maiden mild! The Lady of the Lake — Canto 3, 29

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Away ! our journey lies through dell and dingle, Ivanhoe — Ch. 18 Ay! and I taught thee the word and the spell, The Monastery — Ch. 12 Ay! mark the matron well — and laugh not, Harry, The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 8 Ay! Pedro,—Come you here with mask and lantern, The Abbot — Vol. 2, Ch. 14 Ay, sir — our ancient crown, in these wild times, The Abbot — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 Ay, sir, the clouted shoe hath ofttimes craft in't, The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 4 Ay, this is he who wears the wealth of bays Anne of Geierstein — Vol. 2, Ch. 12

Baron of Bucklivie, Rob Roy — Vol. 2, Ch. 11 " B e brave," she cried, " y o u yet may be our guest," The Antiquary — Ch. 9 Be by your friends advised, The Betrothed — Introduction Be mine the Imber-goose to play, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 Be patient, be patient, for Patience hath power The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 8

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Beggar? — the only freeman of your commonwealth; The Antiquary — Ch. 12 "Behold the Tiber," the vain Roman cried, The Fair Maid of Perth — Ch. 1 Between Saint Johnstone and Bonny Dundee, Old Mortality — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 Between the foaming jaws of the white torrent, Count Robert of Paris — Ch. 9 Bid not thy fortune troll upon the wheels The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 10 Bilboe's the word — I t hath been spoke too often, The Fortunes of Nigel — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 Bingo, why Bingo! hey, boy — here, sir, here! — The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 14 Birds of omen dark and foul, A Legend of Montrose — Ch. 6 Blessed Mary, mother dear, The Betrothed — Ch. 6 Brave gentles all within this boor, The Pirate — Ch. 15 note Bring the bowl which you boast, Woodstock — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 But follow, follow me, Waverley — Vol. 2, Ch. 34 But lost to me, for ever lost those joys, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 1

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B u t this poor farce has neither truth, nor art. Guy Mannering — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 B u t to make up my tale, St. Ronan's Well — Ch. 1 B u t when he came near, Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 3, Ch. 9 By cauk and keel to win your bread, The Bride of Lammermoor — Ch. 1 By pathless march, by greenwood tree, Woodstock — Ch. 14 By spigot and barrel, The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 17 By the good light, a wench of matchless mettle! The Fortunes of Nigel — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 By ties mysterious link'd, our fated race The Monastery — Ch. 17

Canny moment, lucky fit; Guy Mannering — Ch. 3 Cauld is my bed, Lord Archibald, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 3, Ch. 2 Champion, famed for warlike toil, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 Chance will not do the work — Chance sends the breeze; The Fortunes of Nigel — Vol. 2, Ch. 5

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Chrystal, the ne'er-do-weel, The Highland Widow — Introductory Ch. 4 Cloth must we wear, The Betrothed — Ch. 10 Cock up your beaver, and cock it fu' sprush, Redgauntlet — Vol. 2, Ch. S Cockledemoy ! My boy, my boy — The Doom of Devorgoil — Act 3, Scene 2 Colmslie stands on Colmslie hill, The Monastery — Introduction Come fill up my cap, come fill up my cann, Rob Roy — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 Come forth, old man — Thy daughter's side Woodstock — Ch. 2 Come hither, young one, —• Mark me! Thou are now The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 17 Come, let me have thy counsel, for I need it; St. Ronan's Well — Ch. 10 Come, trowl the brown bowl to me, Ivanhoe — Ch. 20 Come ye hither, my six good sons, Rob Roy —Vol. 2, Ch. 20 Complain not to me, child of clay, The Monastery — Ch. 17 Content thee, kind Robin; Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 2, Ch. 8

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Credit me friend, it hath been ever thus, The Fortunes of Nigel — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Cry the wild war-note, let the champions pass, Castle Dangerous — Vol. 2, Ch. 10 Cursed be the gold and silver, which persuade Anne of Geierstein — Ch. 3

Dark Ahriman, whom Irak still The Talisman — Ch. 3 Dark and eerie was the night, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Ch. 14 Dark are thy words, and severe, The Pirate — Ch. 19 Dark on their journey lour'd the gloomy day, A Legend of Montrose — Ch. 10 Dark shall be light, Guy Mannering — Vol. 2, Ch. 20 Darling youth! for thee it is well. The Monastery — Ch. 17 Death distant? — No, alas! he's ever with us, The Abbot — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 Death finds us 'mid our playthings — snatches us, The Fortunes of Nigel — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 — Deeds are done on earth, Which have their punishment ere the earth closes Woodstock — Ch. 14

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Dick was come to high renown The Surgeon's Daughter — Ch. S Dim burns the once bright star of Avenel, The Monastery — Ch. 17 Dire was his thought, who first in poison steep'd Rob Roy — Ch. 13 Do not ask me; The Monastery — Ch. 17 Does a livelier hue delight? The Bridal of Triermain — Canto 3, 26 Dust unto dust, Ivanhoe — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 Dwellers of the mountain, rise,

The Pirate — Ch. 19

Emblem of England's ancient faith, Waverley — Ch. 29

Faint the din of battle bray'd A Legend of Montrose — Ch. £0 The Monastery — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 Anne of Geierstein — Vol. 2, Ch. 18 Fair is the damsel, passing fair — The Fair Maid of Perth — Ch. 11

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Far and near, through vale and hill, Rob Roy — Introduction Far as the eye could reach no tree was seen, Rob Roy — Vol. 2, Ch. 10 Far in a wild, unknown to public view, Ivanhoe — Ch. 16 Fare thee well, thou Holly green ! The Monastery —• The end Farewell! Farewell! the voice you hear, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Farewell, merry maidens, to song, and to laugh, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 Farewell to Northmaven, The Pirate, Ch. 12 Farewell to the land where the clouds love to rest, Rob Roy — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 Father never started hair, The Doom of Devorgoil — Act 3, Scene 2 Fathoms deep beneath the wave, The Pirate — Ch. 16 Fearest thou to go with me? The Monastery — Ch. 12 For all our men were very very merry, Redgauntlet — Letter 10 For fable is Love's world, his home, his birth-place: Guy Mannering — Ch. 3

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For he did spend, and make an end The Highland Widow —• Introductory Ch. 4 For leagues along t h e watery way, The Pirate — Ch. 19 For 0 my sweet William was forester true, The Lady of the Lake — Canto 4, 24 For since they rode among our doors The Monastery — Ch. 9 For though, seduced and led astray, Guy Mannering — Vol. 2, Ch. 26 Fortune, you say, flies from us — She but circles, The Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 22 From haunted spring and grassy ring, The Abbot — Ch. 16 From the touch of the tip, The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 17 Full in the midst a mighty pile arose, Quentin Durward — Ch. 3 Full moon and high sea, The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 6

Gaze not upon the stars, fond sage, A Legend of Montrose — Ch. 6 — Gentle sir, You are our captive — but we '11 use you so, The Betrothed — Ch. 27

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Gin by pailfuls, wine in rivers, Guy Mannering — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 Girdle of our islands dear, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Give me t h y hope which sickens not the heart; Redgauntlet — Letter 12 Give us good voyage, gentle stream — we stun not The Fortunes of Nigel — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 Give way — give way — I must and will have justice. The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 16 Go call a coach, and let a coach be call'd, The Antiquary — Ch. 1 God bless the K i n g — G o d bless the Faith's defender! Redgauntlet — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 Gold is ruddy, fair, and free, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 God even, good fair moon, good even to thee; The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Good even to you, Diccon; Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Good evening, Sir Priest, and so late as you ride, The Monastery — Ch. 9 Good night and joy be wi' ye a', Redgauntlet — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Good people all, I pray give ear, Rob Roy — Ch. 8

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Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances ! The Lady of the Lake — Canto 2, 19 Hail to thee, thou holy herb, Waverley — Ch. 24 Hail to thy cold and clouded beam, Rokeby — Canto 1, 33 Hair-breadth 'scapes, and hair-breadth snares, The Doom of Devorgoil — Act 3, Scene 2 Hame came our gudeman at e'en, Rob Roy — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 Happy thou art! then happy be, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 3, Ch. 10 Hark, the bells summon, and the bugle calls, Kenilworth — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Hark to the insult loud, the bitter sneer, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 14 Hawk and osprey scream'd for joy Harold the Dauntless •— Canto 3, 6 He came amongst them like a new-raised spirit, Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 3, Ch. 13 He came — but valour so had fired his eye, The Antiquary — Ch. 6 He is gone on the mountain, The Lady of the Lake — Canto 3, 16 He mounted himself on a coal-black steed, The Abbot — Vol. 2, Ch. 16

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He strikes no coin 'tis true, but coins new phrases, The Monastery — Ch. 15 He turn'd him right and round again, The Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 — He was a man Versed in the world as pilot in his compass Kenilworth — Ch. 5 He was a minstrel — in his mood The Betrothed — Ch. 19 He was a son of Egypt, as he told me, Quentin Durward — Ch. 15 He whose heart for vengeance sued, The Monastery — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Heaven first, in its mercy, taught mortals their letters, Guy Mannering — Ch. 17 Heaven knows its time; the bullet has its billet, Count Robert of Paris — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 Here come we to our close — for that which follows St. Ronan's Well — Vol. 2, Ch. 20 Here has been such a stormy encounter The Antiquary — Ch. 19 Here is a father now, Will truck his daughters for a foreign venture, The Bride of Lammermoor — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 Here lies a valiant warriour, Kenilworth — Vol. 2, Ch. 24 note

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Here lies the volume thou boldly hast sought; The Monastery — Ch. 12 Here lyes ane saint to prelates surly, Old Mortality — Vol. 3, Ch. 8 note Here lyeth John o'ye Girnell, The Antiquary — Ch. 11 Here stand I tight and trim, Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 3, Ch. 16 Here stands the victim — there the proud betrayer, Kenilworth — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 — Here we have one head Upon two bodies — your two-headed bullock Woodstock — Ch. 10 Here, youth, thy foot unbrace, Count Robert of Paris — Ch. 3 — Here's a wepon now, Shall shake a conquering general in his tent, Anne of Geierstein, Vol. 2, Ch. 17 Hey for cavaliers — ho for cavaliers, The Heart of Mid-Lothian, Vol. 2, Ch. 2 Peveril of the Peak, Ch. 1 Woodstock, Ch. 5 Hie away, hie away Waverley, Ch. 12 High deeds achieved of knightly fame, Ivanhoe, Ch. 17

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High feasting was there there — the gilded roofs Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 3, Ch. 15 High o'er the eastern steep the sun is beaming, Kenilworth — Vol. 2, Ch. 23 His fate was destined to a foreign strand, Ivanhoe — The end His heart was all on honour bent, Waverley — Ch. 5 His mother could for him as cradle set A Legend of Montrose — Ch. 2 His talk was of another world — his bodements Castle Dangerous — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Hither we come, once slaves to the drum, Auchindrane; or The Ayrshire Tragedy — Act 1, Scene 1 Hold fast t h y truth, young soldier. — Gentle maiden, Quentin Durward — Vol. 2, Ch. 14 How fares the man on whom good men would look The Fortunes of Nigel — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 How have I sinn'd, that this affliction Rob Roy — Ch. 1 — How like a hateful ape, Guy Mannering — Vol. 2, Ch. 27 How melts my beating heart, as I behold Rob Roy — Ch. 5 How steadfastly he fix'd his eyes on me •— The Abbot — Ch. 2

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How wears the night? Doth morning shine Anne of Geierstein — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 Hurra, hurra! Our watch is done! The Bridal of Triermain — Canto 3, 24

I am an innkeeper, and know my grounds, Kenilworth — Ch. 1 I asked of my harp, 'Who hath injured t h y chords?' The Betrothed — Ch. 31 — I beseech you — These tears beseech you, and these chaste hands woo you, The Heart of Mid-Lothian, Vol. 2, Ch. 23 I broke the bands of fear, and madly cried, The Fortunes of Nigel — Introductory Epistle " I come," he said, " m y love my life," The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 3, Ch. 6 — I do ill in this, And must not think but t h a t a parent's plaint The Bride of Lammermoor — Vol. 2, Ch. 11 I fear the devil worst when gown and cassock, Pe veril of the Peak — Vol. 3, Ch. 1 I found them winding of Marcello's corpse. Ivanhoe — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 I give thee eighteenpence a-day, The Monastery — Vol. 2, Ch. 1

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I glance like the wildfire through country and town; The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 I hear a voice you cannot hear, Rob Roy — Ch. 17 I hope you'll give me cause to think you noble, The Monastery — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 I knew Anselmo. He was shrewd and prudent, The Antiquary — Introductory I left my ladye's bower last night — The Black Dwarf — Ch. 10 I permit right, and I forbid wrong, Anne of Geierstein — Introduction I see a hand you cannot see, The Betrothed — Ch. 15 I see thee yet, fair France — thou favour'd land Quentin Durward, Ch. 14 I strive like to the vessel in the tide-way, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 I was a wild and wayward boy, Rokeby — Canto 5, 18 — I was one Who loved the greenwood bank and lowing herd, Anne of Geierstein — Ch. 5 If I hit mast, and line, and bird Anne of Geierstein — Ch. 4 If speech be only in accented sounds, Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 2, Ch. 2

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— If you fail Honour here, The Antiquary — Ch. 20 111 fares the bark with tackle riven, Harold the Dauntless — Canto 3, 9 I '11 give thee, good fellow, a twelvemonth or twain, Ivanhoe — Ch. 17 I '11 seek for other aid — Spirits, they say, The Monastery — Ch. 17 I'll walk on tiptoe; arm my eye with caution, The Monastery — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 I ' m Madge of the country, I ' m Madge of the town, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 In Judah's land God is well known, Old Mortality — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 In Madoc's tent the clarion sounds, The Betrothed — Ch. 2 I n so shifting a scene, who would confidence place Peveril of the Peak — Appendix to Introduction In some breasts passion lies conceal'd and silent The Abbot — Vol. 2, Ch. 10 In the bonny cells of Bedlam, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 — I n the midst was seen A lady of a more majestic mien, Ivanhoe — Ch. 9 In the wide pile, by others heeded not, Rob Roy — Ch. 10

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— In the wild storm, The seaman hews his mast down, and the merchant The Abbot — Ch. 5 In yon lone vale his early youth was bred, The Monastery — Ch. 2 Indifferent, but indifferent — pshaw, he doth it not The Monastery — Vol. 2, Ch. 4 Indite, my muse, indite, The Surgeon's Daughter — Preface Is this thy castle, Baldwin?

Melancholy

A Legend of Montrose — Ch. 11 I t comes — it wrings me in my parting hour, St. Ronan's Well — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 I t is and it is not — 'tis the thing I sought for, The Abbot — Ch. 19 I t is not texts will do it — Church artillery The Monastery — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 I t is the bonny butcher lad, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 I t was a little naughty page, Goetz of Berlichingen —• Act 3, Scene 19 I t was a ship, and a ship of fame, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 I t was an English lady e bright, The Lay of the Last Minstrel — Canto 6, 11 I t ' s hame, and it's hame, and it's hame we fain would be, The Fortunes of Nigel — Vol. 2, Ch. 14

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Jack look'd at the sun, and cried, Fire, fire, fire; Redgauntlet — Letter 10 Joy to the victors ! the sons of old Aspen ! The House of Aspen — Act 2, Scene 2 Ladies, and knights, and arms, and love's fair flame, Rob Roy — Ch. 16 Landed — landed! the black book hath won, The Monastery — Ch. 5 Late, when the Autumn evening fell Waverley — Ch. 5 Leave thee — leave thee, lad — Redgauntlet — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Leave these gems of poorer shine, The Bridal of Triermain — Canto 3, 26 Let God arise, and then his foes Peveril of the Peak — Ch. 4 Let him who will not proffer'd peace receive, Anne of Geierstein — Ch. 7 Let the proud salmon gorge the feather'd hook, The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 13 Let them have meat enough, woman — half a hen; The Bride of Lammermoor — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Let those go see who will — I like it not — The Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 21 Liddell till now, except in Doric lays, Guy Mannering — Ch. 24

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Life ebbs from such old age, unmark'd and silent, The Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 Life hath its May, and it is mirthful then : The Abbot — Ch. 11 Life with you, Glows in the brain and dances in the arteries; The Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 14 Like a wild cub, rear'd at the ruffian's feet, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 3, Ch. 14 Listneth, gode people, everiche one, The Abbot — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 Lo! where he lies embalmed in gore, The Fair Maid of Perth — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 Look not thou on beauty's charming, — The Bride of Lammermoor — Ch. 3 Look on my girdle — on the thread of gold — The Monastery — Ch. 17 Lord William was born in gilded bower, Harold the Dauntless — Canto 2, 6 Love wakes and weeps The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 3

Maiden, whose sorrows wail the Living Dead, The Monastery — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 M a n y a fathom dark and deep The Monastery — Ch. 12

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March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, The Monastery — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Mark me ! for the word I speak The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Marry, come up, sir, with your gentle blood ! The Fortunes of Nigel — Vol. 2, Ch. 14 Measurers of good and evil, Anne of Geierstein — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 Men of good are bold as sackless, The Monastery — Ch. 9 Menseful maiden ne'er should rise, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Merrily swim we, the moon shines bright, The Monastery — Ch. 5 Merry it is in the good greenwood The Lady of the Lake — Canto 4, 12 Mid these wild scenes Enchantment waves her hand, The Talisman — Ch. 23 Mortal warp and mortal woof The Monastery — Ch. 12 Most gracious prince, good Cannyng cried, Woodstock — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 Mother darksome, Mother dread — The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 Mother doubtful, Mother dread, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 1, three stanzas

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Mother, speak, and do not tarry, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 Mrs. David Williamson, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 Must we then sheathe our still victorious sword; The Talisman — Ch. 19 M y banes are buried in yon kirkyard The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 M y dog and I we have a trick The Fair Maid of Perth, Ch. 16 M y gold is gone, my money is spent, Guy Mannering — Ch. 15 M y hawk is tired of perch and hood, The Lady of the Lake — Canto 6, 24 M y hounds may a' rin masterless, Old Mortality — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 M y maids, come to my dressing-bower, The Abbot — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 M y music since has been the plough, The Pirate — Ch. 4 note M y sword, my spear, my shaggy shield, The Highland Widow — Ch. 2 M y tongue pads slowly under this new language, Woodstock — Ch. 5

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Nae langer she wept, — her tears were a' spent, — The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 Nathaniel's heart, BezaleePs hand, Guy Mannering — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Nay, dally not with time, the wise man's treasure. The Monastery — Ch. 8 Nay, hear me, brother — I am elder, wiser, The Abbot — Ch. 12 Nay, if she love me not, I care not for her: The Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 23 Nay, I'll hold touch — the game shall be play'd out, Kenilworth — Ch. 3 Nay, let me have the friends who eat my victuals, The Monastery — Ch. 14 Nearest of blood should still be next in love; St. Ronan's Well — Ch. 11 Necessity — thou best of peacemakers, Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 No human quality is so well wove Quentin Durward — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 No, sir — I will not pledge — I ' m one of those Peveril of the Peak — Ch. 4 Norman saw on English oak, Ivanhoe — Vol. 2, Ch. 4 Not faster yonder rower's might The Lady of the Lake — Canto 2, 1

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Not serve two masters? — Here's a youth will try it — Kenilworth — Ch. 4 Not the wild billow, when it breaks its barrier — The Abbot — Ch. 14 November's hail-cloud drifts away, A Legend of Montrose — Ch. 9 Now a plague of their votes Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Now a plague on the poll Woodstock — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 Now all ye ladies of fair Scotland, The Betrothed — Ch. 12 Now bid the steeple rock — she comes, she comes ! — Kenilworth — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 Now, Billy Bewick, keep good heart, The Bride of Lammermoor — Ch. 7 Now, by our Lady, Sheriff, 'tis hard reckoning, The Monastery — Vol. 2, Ch. 10 Now choose thee, gallant, betwixt wealth and honour; The Monastery — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 Now, Emma, now the last Thereflection Pirate —make, Vol. 2, Ch. 19 Now fare thee well, my master — if true service Kenilworth — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 Now, gentle readers, I have let you ken Waverley —· Preface

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Now God be good to me in this wild pilgrimage ! Kenilworth — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 Now have you reft me from my staff, my guide, The Abbot — Ch. 20 Now, hoist the anchor, mates — and let the sails Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 Now hold thy tongue, Billy Bewick, he said, The Surgeon's Daughter — Ch. 4 Now horse and hattock, cried the Laird, — The Black Dwarf — Ch. 8 Now let us sit in conclave. That these weeds The Monastery — Ch. 6 Now, on my faith, this gear is all entangled, The Monastery — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 Now rede me, rede me, brother dear, Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 2, Ch. 4 Now Robin Hood drew his sword so good, Kenilworth — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 Now Scot and English are agreed, The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 1 Now, ye wild blades, that make loose inns your stage, Woodstock — Ch. 3 O, Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, The Pirate — Ch. 3 O, Brignall banks are wild and fair, Rokeby — Canto 3, 16

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0 , do ye ken Elsie Marley, honey — The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 7 O, first they eated the white puddings, The Antiquary — Ch. 9 O for the voice of that wild horn,

Rob Roy — Ch. 2 O gin ye were dead, gudeman, Waverley — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 O, I do know him — 'tis the mouldy lemon The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 6 O if it were a mean thing, The Fortunes of Nigel — Introductory Epistle O, I ' m come to the Low Country, The Highland Widow — Ch. 2 O, in Skipton-in-Craven, O Lady of the desert, hail!

Rob Roy — Ch. 8 Waverley — Ch. 23

O, Lady, twine no wreath for me, Rokeby — Canto 5, 13 O listen, listen ladies gay! The Lay of the Last Minstrel — Canto 6, 23 " 0 night of woe," she said and wept, The Betrothed — Ch. 9 O, Robin Hood was a bowman good, The Doom of Devorgoil — Act 2, Scene 1 O, sadly shines the morning sun The Betrothed — Ch. 7

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O sleep ye sound, Sir James, she said, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 2, Ch. 1, also Vol. 2, Ch. 3 O some do call me Jack, sweet love, The Abbot — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 O, the twenty-ninth of May, Woodstock — Vol. 2, Ch. 20 O Tybalt, love, Tybalt, awake me not yet, Ivanhoe — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 O weel may the boatie row, The Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 O, we '11 dance and sing and play, Woodstock — Vol. 2, Ch. 20 O what a happy thing it is, Peveril of the Peak — Ch. 4 O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Marmion — Canto 5, 12 Oay! the Monks, the Monks they did the mischief! The Monastery — Ch. 1 Of all the birds on bush or tree, Kenilworth — Ch. 2 Of all the palaces so fair, Marmion — Canto 4, 15 Of an outlawe, this is the lawe — The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 20 Of fays that nightly dance upon the wold, The Bride of Lammermoor — Vol. 2, Ch. 23

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Oh, Bold and True, in bonnet blue, The Fair Maid of Perth — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 Oh, fear not, fear not, good Lord John, The Betrothed — Ch. 31 Oh I loe weel my Charlie's name, Redgauntlet — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 Oh! you would be a vestal maid, I warrant, St. Ronan's Well — Vol. 2, Ch. 4 Old Reimkennar, to t h y art The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Old Sir Simon the King, The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 17 On Hallow-Mass Eve, ere ye borne ye to rest, Waverley — Ch. 13 On life and soul, on blood and bone, Anne of Geierstein — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 On the lee-beam lies the land, boys, St. Ronan's Well — Vol. 2, Ch. 14 On this day, with common consent, Anne of Geierstein — Introduction Once on a time, no matter when, A Legend of Montrose — Ch. 4 One thing is certain in our Northern land, The Talisman — Ch. 11 Our hopes and fears Start up alarm'd, and o'er life's narrow verge Guy Mannering — Ch. 14

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Our vicar still preaches t h a t Peter and Poule The Lady of the Lake — Canto 6, 5 Our work is over — over now, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 3, Ch. 2 Over the mountains and under the waves, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 17

Painters show Cupid blind — H a t h Hymen eyes? Quentin Durward — Ch. 11 Parental love, my friend, has power o'er wisdom, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. IS Patrick the psalm-singer, The Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 Piobracht au Donuil-dhu, A Legend of Montrose — Ch. 18 Poor sinners whom the snake deceives, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 Proud Maisie is in the wood, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 3, Ch. 2

Quake to your foundations deep, The Bridal of Triermain — Canto 3, 36

Rash Adventurer, bear thee back! The Bridal of Triermain — Canto 3, 21

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Rash t h y deed, The Monastery — Ch. 12 Remorse — she ne'er forsakes us — The Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 Rescue or none, Sir Knight, I am your captive; Quentin Durward — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 Ring out the merry bells, the bride approaches. The Betrothed — Ch. 17 Rob Roy is frae the Hielands come, Rob Roy — Introduction, Appendix 5 Robin Hood was a yeoman good, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 Robin Rover The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 Rove not from pole to pole — the man lives here The Fortunes of Nigel — Vol. 2, Ch. 4

Sae dauntonly, sae wantonly, The Black Dwarf — Ch. 12 Sae rantingly, sae wantonly, Quentin Durward —• Ch. 6 Saint Magnus control thee, that martyr of treason; The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Saint Monance' sister, The Abbot — Ch. 16

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Saufen Bier, und Brante-wein, Guy Mannering — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 Say not my art is fraud — all live by seeming. Ivanhoe —Vol. 2, Ch. 13 See the treasures Merlin piled, The Bridal of Triermain — Canto 3, 26 — See, then, Lovel — See — See that huge battle moving from the mountains, The Antiquary — Ch. 4 See these clots of virgin gold! The Bridal of Triermain — Canto 3, 26 See these pearls, that long have slept; The Bridal of Triermain — Canto 3, 26 See yonder woman, whom our swains revere, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 She does no work by halves, yon raving ocean; The Pirate, Ch. 7 "She may be fair," he sang, "but y e t " Harold the Dauntless — Canto 3, 10 She wadna hae a Lowland laird, Waverley — Vol. 2, Ch. 14 She who sits by haunted well, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Sincerity, Thou first of virtues ! let no — mortal leave Kenilworth — Vol. 2, Ch. 18 Sing, three merry-men, andofthree The Fair Maid Perthmerry-men, — Vol. 2, Ch. 7

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Sir Graff, I ask by permission, Anne of Geierstein — Introduction Sir Graff, Master brave, Anne of Geierstein — Introduction Sir Graff, with permission, Anne of Geierstein — Introduction Sir, stay at home and take an old man's counsel; The Bride of Lammermoor — Vol. 2, Ch. 10 Sir, you have been trimm'd of late, The Doom of Devorgoil — Act 3, Scene 2 So spak the knicht; the geaunt sed, The Black Dwarf — Ch. 9 So the knight and the squire were both left in the mire, Ivanhoe — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 So the red Indian, by Ontario's side, Guy Mannering — Ch. 8 So, while the Goose, of whom the fable told, The Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 20 Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, The Lady of the Lake — Canto 1 , 3 1 Soldier, wake — the day is peeping, The Betrothed — Ch. 19 Some better bard shall sing, in feudal state Quentin Durward — Vol. 2. The end Sometimes he thinks t h a t Heaven this pageant sent, The Antiquary — Ch. 11

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Son of a witch Woodstock — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 Son of Honour, theme of story, The Bridal of Triermain — Canto 3, 34 Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! Old Mortality — Vol. 2, Ch. 26 Speak not of niceness, when there's chance of wreck, Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 3, Ch. 8 Stand to it, noble pikemen, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 2, Ch. 18 Stern eagle of the far north-west, The Pirate — Ch. 6 Stern was the law which bade its vot'ries leave Ivanhoe — Vol. 2, Ch. 14 Still in his dead hand clench'd remain the strings T h e Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 Still though the headlong cavalier, St. Ronan's Well — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 Strange ape of man ! who loathes thee while he scorns thee; Count Robert of Paris — Ch. 16 Such mountains steep, such craggy hills, A Legend of Montrose — Ch. 16 Summer eve has gone and past, Rokeby — Canto 5, 7 Sweet shone the sun on the fair lake of Toro, The House of Aspen — Act 3, Scene 1

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Take thou no scorn, The Monastery — Answer to Introductory Epistle Talk not of Kings — I scorn the poor comparison; Quentin Durward — Ch. 13 Tarn Luter was their minstrel meet, Redgauntlet — Letter 12 Tell me not of it, friend — when the young weep, The Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 10 Tell me not of it — I could ne'er abide Anne of Geierstein — Vol. 2, Ch. 4 Thank the holly-bush The Monastery — Ch. 10 T h a t day of wrath, t h a t dreadful day, The Lay of the Last Minstrel — Canto 6, 31 T h a t weight of wood, with leathern coat o'erlaid, Guy Mannering — Ch. 20 T h a t which is neither ill nor well, The Monastery — Ch. 9 T h e ashes here of murder'd Kings The Fair Maid of Perth — Introductory The Baptist's fair morrow beheld gallant feats — The Talisman — Ch. 26 The course of human life is changeful still, Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 2, Ch. 11 The dark shall be light, Guy Mannering — Vol. 2, Ch. 12

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The deadliest snakes are those which, twined 'mongst flowers, Woodstock — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 The dews of summer night did fall; Kenilworth — Introduction The Druid Urien had daughters seven, Harold the Dauntless — Canto 4, 14 The elfin knight sate on the brae, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Ch. 10 The feather'd songster, chanticleer, The Talisman — Ch. 15 The Friars of Fail drank berry-brown ale, The Abbot — Ch. 16 The Gordon then his bugle blew, Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 " T h e heart," she said, "is lightly prized," Castle Dangerous — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 The hearth in hall was black and dead, The Bride of Lammermoor — Ch. 8 The heath this night must be my bed. The Lady of the Lake — Canto 3, 23 The herring loves the merry moonlight, The Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 The Highlandmen are pretty men Waverley — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 note The horrid plough has raised the green My Aunt Margaret's Mirror — Preface

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The hottest horse will oft be cool, Ivanhoe — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 The hound that was harmed then muzzled shall be, Castle Dangerous — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 The hour is nigh : now hearts beat high : The Fair Maid of Perth — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 The Indian leaf doth briefly burn; Rob Roy — Ch. 9 The infant loves the rattle's noise; The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 The King called down his merry-men all, The Betrothed — Ch. 20 The King, therefore, forWoodstock his defence— Vol. 2, Ch. 16 The knights are dust, Castle Dangerous — Ch. 9, and also note — The Lord Abbot had a soul Subtile and quick and searching as the fire : The Antiquary — Ch. 21 The miller was of manly make, The Monastery — Ch. 13 The Minstrel came once more to view The Lady of the Lake — Canto 6, 15 The monk mustThe ariseBride whenofthe matins ring,— Ch. 3 Lammermoor The next that came forth, swore by blood and by nails, Ivanhoe — Vol. 2, Ch. 17

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The night is old; on Rhine's broad breast Anne of Geierstein — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 The Paip, t h a t pagan full of pride, The Abbot — Ch. 15 The parties met. The wily, wordy Greek, Count Robert of Paris — Ch. 12 The pawky auld carle cam ower the lea, The Antiquary — Ch. 4 The rude hall rocks — they come, they come, — Rob Roy — Ch. 6 The sacred tapers' lights are gone, The Abbot — Ch. 8 The ship, well-laden as bark need be, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 — The sky is clouded, Gaspard, And the vex'd ocean sleeps a troubled sleep, The Abbot — Ch. 18 The sound of Rokeby's woods I hear, Rokeby — Canto 5, 23 The storm had ceased its wintry roar, The Pirate — Ch. 1 The storm increases — 'tis no sunny shower, Count Robert of Paris — Ch. 5 The sun is rising dimly red, T h e Pirate — Ch. 15 The sun upon the lake is low, The Doom of Devorgoil — Act 1, Scene 1

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The tears I shed must ever fall ! The Talisman — Ch. 26 The thought of the aged is ever on gear, — The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 The toils are pitch'd, and the stakes are set, The Lady of the Lake — Canto 4, 25 The waning harvest-moon shone broad and bright, The Abbot—Ch. 3 The water gently down a level slid, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 3, Ch. 7 The way is long, my children, long and rough — Castle Dangerous — Vol. 2, Ch. 4 The wind blew keen frae north and east; The Pirate — Ch. 5 The wisest Sovereigns err like private men, Kenilworth — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 The witch then raised her wither'd arm, The Pirate —Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Their necromantic forms in vain The Talisman — Ch. 5 Then in my gown of sober gray The Monastery — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 Then let the health go round, a-round, a-round, a-round, Woodstock — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 Then out and spake the auld mother, Old Mortality — Vol. 3, Ch. 6

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Then she stretch'd out her lily hand, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Ch. 12 Then up and spak the auld gudewife, The Fair Maid of Perth — Ch. 12 There are times When Fancy plays her gambols, in despite M y Aunt Margaret's Mirror — Preface heading There came three merry men from south, west and north, Ivanhoe — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 There is mist on the mountain, and night on the vale, Waverley — Ch. 22 There must be government in all society — St. Ronan's Well — Ch. 3 There was shaking of hands, and sorrow of heart, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 There's a bloodhound ranging Tinwald wood, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 There's something in t h a t ancient superstition, The Monastery — Ch. 12 These be the adept's doctrines — every element Anne of Geierstein — Ch. 11 These were wild times — the antipodes of ours : Count Robert of Paris — Ch. 10 They bid me sleep, they bid me pray, The Lady of the Lake — Canto 4, 22

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They bore him barefaced on his bier, The Betrothed — Ch. 10 They came upon us in the night, Waverley — Vol. 2, Ch. 34 They lighted down on Tweed water, The Monastery — Ch. 3 They marched east through Lithgow-town Old Mortality — Vol. 2, Ch. 21 note They ride about in such a rage The Monastery — Ch. 10 They saw t h a t city, welcoming the Rhine, Anne of Geierstein — Ch. 8 Things needful we have thought on; but the thing The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 7 This does indeed confirm each circumstance Guy Mannering — Vol. 2, Ch. 21 This is a gentle trader, and a prudent. The Pirate — Ch. 9 This is a lecturer so skilled in policy, Quentin Durward — Ch. 12 This is a love-meeting? See the maiden mourns, Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 — This is he Who rides on the court-gale; controls its tides; Kenilworth — Ch. 7 This is no pilgrim's morning — yon grey mist The Pirate — Ch. 4

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This is rare news thou tell'st me, my good fellow; Kenilworth — Ch. 14 — This is some creature of the elements, Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 This is the day when the fairy kind The Monastery — Ch. 17 This is the Prince of Leeches; fever, plague, The Talisman — Ch. 9 This is the time — Heaven's maiden sentinel The Fortunes of Nigel — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 — This is the very barn-yard, Where muster daily the prime cocks o' the game, The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 12 This martyre was by Peter Inglis shot, Old Mortality — Vol. 3, Ch. 6 note This, sir, is one among the Seignory, The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 2 This wandering race, sever'd from other men, Ivanhoe — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 This was the entry then, these stairs — but whither after? A Legend of Montrose — Ch. 14 This way lie safety and a sure retreat; The Fortunes of Nigel — Vol. 2, Ch. 10 This work desires a planetary intelligence The Talisman — Ch. 18

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Thou art within a demon's hold, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Thou hast each secret of the household, Francis. The Abbot — Ch. 6 Thou so needful, yet so dread, The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Thou son of parchment, got betwixt the inkhorn The Fortunes of Nigel — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 Thou, that over billows dark The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Thou who seek'st my fountain lone, The Monastery — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 Though for a time we see Whitehall Woodstock — Ch. 16 Thrice from the cavern's darksome womb The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 Thrice to the holly brake — The Monastery — Ch. 11 and 17 Through heather, mosse, 'mong frogs, and bogs, and fogs, Waverley — Ch. 24 Through the kirkyard The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Ch. 10 Through the vain webs which puzzle sophists' skill, Count Robert of Paris — Ch. 8 Thy craven fear my t r u t h accused, The Monastery — Ch. 12

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T h y hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright, Old Mortality — Vol. 2, Ch. 15 T h y time is not yet out — the devil thou servest Quentin Durward — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 'Tis not alone the scene — the man, Anselmo, The Pirate — Ch. 2 'Tis not her sense — for sure, in t h a t The Talisman — Ch. 16 'Tis strange t h a t , in the dark sulphureous mine, Count Robert of Paris — Ch. 17 'Tis the black ban-dog of our jail—Pray look on him, Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 3, Ch. 3 'Tis when the wound is stiffening with the cold, The Monastery — Vol. 2, Ch. 6 To every guest the appropriate speech was made, Guy Mannering — Ch. 11 To hail the king in seemly sort Guy Mannering — Vol. 2, Ch. 24 To see good corn upon the rigs, The Bride of Lammermoor — Ch. 8 To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claver'se who spoke, The Doom of Devorgoil — Act 2, Scene 2 Toll, toll the bell! Anne of Geierstein — Vol. 2, Ch. 15

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Too much rest is rust, The Betrothed — Ch. 13 Trefoil, vervain, John's-wort, dill, Guy Mannering — Ch. 3 True love, an thou be true, The Bride of Lammermoor — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 Trust me each statement must have its policies: Ivanhoe — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 ' Twas All-soul's eve, and Surrey's heart beat high; The Lay of the Last Minstrel — Canto 6, 16 'Twas near the fair city of Benevent, The Talisman — Ch. 26 ' Twas the hour when rites unholy The Surgeon's Daughter, Ch. 14 — 'Twas time and griefs T h a t framed him thus : The Black Dwarf, Ch. 16 'Twas when fleet Snowball's head was woxen grey, The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 15 'Twas when they raised, 'mid sap and siege, Peveril of the Peak — Ch. 5 'Twas when ye raised, 'mid sap and siege, The Betrothed — Ch. 8 Twist ye, twine ye ! even so Guy Mannering — Ch. 4 'Twixt Wigton and the town of Ayr, The Monastery — Vol. 2, Ch. 16

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Untouch'd by love, the maiden's breast The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 Up in the sky, on the bonny dragonfly, The Doom of Devorgoil — Act 3, Scene 2 Up, then, up!

When day's at rest, Anne of Geierstein — Vol. 2, Ch. 2

Upon my word, son of Fingal, The Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 Upon the Rhine, upon the Rhine they cluster, Anne of Geierstein — Ch. 18

Vain man ! thou mayst esteem thy love as fair Count Robert of Paris — Ch. 6 Vainly Sir Prior, wouldst thou bar me my right ! The Monastery — Ch. 9 Viewless Essence, thin and bare, The Fair Maid of Perth — Vol. 2, Ch. 5

Wake, Maid of Lorn ! the moments fly, The Lord of the Isles — Canto 1, 4 Waken, lords and ladies gay. Waverley — General Preface, Appendix No. 2 — Want you a man Experienced in the world and its affairs? Anne of Geierstein — Vol. 2, Ch. 13

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Warrior, seize the splendid store; The Bridal of Triermain — Canto 3, 26 Wasted, weary, wherefore stay, Guy Mannering — Ch. 27 We are bound to drive the bullocks, Waverley — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 note We are not worst at once — the course of evil The Fortunes of Nigel — Vol. 2, Ch. 18 We heard the Tecbir, — so these Arabs call The Talisman, Ch. 27 Count Robert of Paris — Ch. 4 We know not when we sleep nor when we wake. Anne of Geierstein — Ch. 10 We love the shrill trumpet, we love the drum's rattle, The Doom of Devorgoil — Act 1, Scene 1 We meet, as men see phantoms in a dream, Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 2, Ch. 10 Weave the warp and weave the woof, The Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 We'll give them the metal our mountain affords, Waverley — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 We '11 keep our customs — what is law itself, The Pirate — Ch. 14 Well, well, at worst, 'tis neither theft nor coinage, The Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 17 Were ever two such loving friends ! — The Two Drovers — Ch. 2

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Were every hair upon his head a life, The Talisman — Ch. 17 Were my son William here but now, Woodstock — Vol. 2, Ch. IS Wert thou, like me, in life's low vale, A Legend of Montrose — Ch. 21 Whare will I get a bonny boy Redgauntlet — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 What ails me, I may not, as well as they, The Highland Widow — Introductory Ch. 5 What brave chief shall head the forces, The Talisman, Ch. 11 What, Dagon up again ! — I thought we had hurl'd him The Abbot — Ch. 13 W h a t ! dazzled by a flash of Cupid's mirror, The Fortunes of Nigel — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 What did ye wi' the bridal ring — bridal ring — bridal ring? The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 What gars ye gaunt, my merry men a'? Rob Roy — Ch. 11 What ho, my jovial mates ! come on ! we '11 frolic it The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 10 What ho ! Sub-Prior, and come you but here The Monastery — Ch. 9 What I am I must not show The—Monastery — Ch. 12

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W h a t is this secret sin, this untold tale, The Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 11 What makes the troopers' frozen courage muster? The House of Aspen — Act 4, Scene 3 What, man, ne'er lack a draught, when the full can Kenilworth — Vol. 2, Ch. 11 What sheeted ghost is wandering through the storm? St. Ronan's Well — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 What stir, what turmoil, have we for the nones ! Kenilworth — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 What tragic tears bedim the eye ! Old Mortality — Vol. 3, Ch. 2 What wouldst thou have, Francis Norton? Peveril of the Peak — Prefatory Letter Whate'er he did was done with so much ease, Old Mortality — Vol. 2, Ch. 22 W h a t ' s property, dear Swift? you see it alter The Highland Widow — Introductory, Ch. 3 When Albin her claymore indignantly draws, A Legend of Montrose — Ch. 7 When autumn nights were long and drear, Ivanhoe — Ch. 20 When beauty leads the lion in her toils, The Talisman — Ch. 20 When friends are met o'er merry cheer, The Doom of Devorgoil — Act 2, Scene 2

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When 'gan he loudly through the home to call, Waverley — Ch. 9 When I hae a saxpence under my thumb, The Abbot — Ch. 7 When I was a young lad, Woodstock — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 When Israel, of the Lord beloved, Ivanhoe — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 When Piercie Shafton boasteth high, The Monastery — Ch. 17 When Princes meet, Astrologers may mark it Quentin Durward — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 When the cannons are roaring, lads, and the colours are flying, A Legend of Montrose — Ch. 12 When the cock crows, keep well his comb, Castle Dangerous — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 When the fight of grace is fought, — The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 3, Ch. 2 When the glede's in the blue cloud, The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 2, Ch. 1, also Vol. 2, Ch. 3 When the last Laird of Ravenswood to Ravenswood shall ride, The Bride of Lammermoor — Vol. 2, Ch. 10 When the tempest's at the loudest, The Doom of Devorgoil — Act 1, Scene 2

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When we two meet, we meet like rushing torrents; Anne of Geierstein — Ch. 6 Whence the broach of burning gold, The Lord of the Isles — Canto 2, 11 Where corpse-light The Pirate — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 Where is he? Has the deep earth swallow'd him? Castle Dangerous — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 Where longs to fall yon rifted spire, Rob Roy — Vol. 2, Ch. 2 Where shall the lover rest, Marmion — Canto 3, 10 Wherefore come ye not to court? The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 5 Whet the bright steel, Ivanhoe — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 While the dawn on the mountain was misty and gray, Rokeby — Canto 5, 20 While the sun shines with even light Anne of Geierstein — Introduction Who is he? — One that for the lack of land The Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 Why, now I have Dame Fortune by the forelock, The Bride of Lammermoor — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 Why seeks he with unwearied toil Old Mortality — Ch. 1

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Why sit'st thou by that ruin'd hall, The Antiquary — Ch. 10 Why then, we will have bellowing of beeves, Peveril of the Peak — Ch. 2 Wi' coulters and wi' forehammers Guy Mannering — Vol. 2, Ch. 19 Widow'd wife, and wedded maid, The Betrothed — Ch. 15 and Conclusion Will you go to the Hielands, Lizzy Lyndesay, The Fair Maid of Perth — Ch. 14 Will you hear of a Spanish lady, Count Robert of Paris — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 Willy Foster's gone to sea, Redgauntlet — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Wilt thou go on with me? The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 3, Ch. 3 Wiser Raymond, as in his closet pent, The Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 1 With careless gesture, mind unmoved, Old Mortality — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 With one good pen I wrote this book, The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 5 note With prospects bright upon the world he came, Guy Mannering — Ch. 18 Within t h a t awful volume lies The Monastery — Ch. 12

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Within the bounds of Annandale, The Fair Maid of Perth — Ch. 8 Without, a ruin, broken, tangled, cumbrous, Count Robert of Paris — Ch. 11 " W o e to the vanquish'd!" was stern Brenno's word, Rob Roy — V o l . 2, Ch. 14 Woe, woe, son of the Lowlander, A Legend of Montrose — Introduction Woman's faith, and woman's trust — The Betrothed — Ch. 20

Ye thought in the world there was no power to tame ye, Peveril of the Peak — Vol. 2, Ch. 9 Yes! I love justice well — as well as you do — The Antiquary — Vol. 2, Ch. 16 Yes, it is she whose eyes look'd on thy childhood, The Abbot — Vol. 2, Ch. 8 Yes, life hath left him — every busy thought, The Monastery — Vol. 2, Ch. 5 Yes thou mayst sigh, The Fair Maid of Perth — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 — Yes, ye moss-green walls, Guy Mannering — Vol. 2, Ch. 12 Yet did I mark where Cupid's shaft did light; Waverley — Ch. 5

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Yet though thou mayst be dragg'd in scorn The Heart of Mid-Lothian — Vol. 2, Ch. 7 Yet though thou shouldst be dragg'd in scorn The Fortunes of Nigel — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 Yon lamp its line of quivering light Rob Roy — Ch. 14 — Yon path of greensward Winds round by sparry grot and gay pavilion; Woodstock — Ch. 4 You call it an ill angel — it may be so; The Monastery — Vol. 2, Ch. 13 You call this education, do you not? The Monastery — Ch. 11 You have summon'd me once — you have summon'd me twice, The Monastery — Vol. 2, Ch. 3 You talk of Gaiety and Innocence ! The Talisman — Ch. 13 Young men will love thee more fair and more fast; Waverley — Ch. 14 Your suppliant, by name The Fortunes of Nigel — Ch. 17 Youth of the dark eye, wherefore didst thou call me? The Monastery — Ch. 12 Youth! thou wear'st to manhood now. The Abbot — Ch. 16