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“Thou hast had thty day, old dame, but thy sun has long been set. Thou art now the very emblem of an old warhorse turned out on the barren heath; thou hast had thy paces in thy time, but now a broken amble is the best of them.”

Quote by Walter Scott

Work

Heroes of the Scottish Highlands: Ivanhoe, Waverley and Rob Roy (3 Unabridged Illustrated Classics): Historical Novels from the Author of The Pirate, The Heart of Midlothian, Old Mortality, The Guy Mannering, The Antiquary, The Bride of Lammermoor and Anne of Geierstein

This volume brings together three classic historical novels from the Scottish Highlands, each offering a unique perspective on the region's rich history and culture. The works include Sir Walter Scott's Ivanhoe, a tale of chivalry and romance set in medieval Scotland; Waverley, a historical novel that explores the Jacobite rising of 1745; and Rob Roy, a story of a Scottish outlaw and his adventures. The collection is presented in an illustrated format, showcasing the author's vivid descriptions and engaging storytelling. The author is recognized for his extensive body of work in historical fiction, including The Pirate, The Heart of Midlothian, Old Mortality, The Guy Mannering, The Antiquary, The Bride of Lammermoor, and Anne of Geierstein. more

Author

Walter Scott
Walter Scott

Walter Scott, born on August 15, 1771, and died on September 21, 1832, was a renowned British baronet. He is best known for his extensive literary works, particularly his historical novels and poetry. more

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