Tales of My Grandmother, Τόμος 2A. Constable, 1825 |
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Σελίδα 35
... apartment — the kitchen , which was occupied by the villagers regaling on white beer , and the fumes of the tobacco - pipe . The walls of the apartment were covered with pewter utensils as bright as silver , even to the chamber cans ...
... apartment — the kitchen , which was occupied by the villagers regaling on white beer , and the fumes of the tobacco - pipe . The walls of the apartment were covered with pewter utensils as bright as silver , even to the chamber cans ...
Σελίδα 37
... apartment sat a middle- aged man , with a small book , over which he ap- peared to be busily employed in writing . The hilarity of the party increased as the liquor stoups run out ; for mine host , without any ceremony , went up to the ...
... apartment sat a middle- aged man , with a small book , over which he ap- peared to be busily employed in writing . The hilarity of the party increased as the liquor stoups run out ; for mine host , without any ceremony , went up to the ...
Σελίδα 41
... apartment . 66 Well , well , mine host of Simon the Tanner , " exclaimed the sketcher , " ere long thou wilt get thy hide well curried for this , if the Scheepen has but as much brains as would go to the composing a dish of sour - crout ...
... apartment . 66 Well , well , mine host of Simon the Tanner , " exclaimed the sketcher , " ere long thou wilt get thy hide well curried for this , if the Scheepen has but as much brains as would go to the composing a dish of sour - crout ...
Σελίδα 42
... apartment , and shutting the old oak door with no little noise . He was about to de- scend the stairs , chop - fallen , as the laughing vil- lagers appeared to [ triumph in the humiliation of mine host , who could shoot his bolt with ...
... apartment , and shutting the old oak door with no little noise . He was about to de- scend the stairs , chop - fallen , as the laughing vil- lagers appeared to [ triumph in the humiliation of mine host , who could shoot his bolt with ...
Σελίδα 105
... which opened into a small apartment . The Italian had uttered this in rather a sar- castic threatening tone , which influenced the feel- ings of Lewis , who resolutely followed him into the E 2 TALES OF MY GRANDMOTHER . 105.
... which opened into a small apartment . The Italian had uttered this in rather a sar- castic threatening tone , which influenced the feel- ings of Lewis , who resolutely followed him into the E 2 TALES OF MY GRANDMOTHER . 105.
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Aberdeen answered Lewis Antwerp Archy arrived auld bairn barber barque Beatrice became began betwixt boat bond Bonnie Braehead Captain casket cloak Colonel Gordon continued court daughter Davie Garrie door ducats Earwind endeavour exclaimed Lewis eyes Father Gerrard feelings Ferrara Fleeming fortune frae Freeburgh gambler ha'e hand hath heard heart hermitage Holyrood honour Huntly instantly Italian Jacobite John of Middleburgh King James Knight of Malta Lady leave Lewis Gordon Lockhart look Lord Lewie maiden Majesty Marchioness Mary Hay Mary Lee Mary M'Alpine mind miser mother never night noble Noranda old Brugel period Peter Brugel poor purse replied Lewis Robin Wishart Saul scene Seward shouted Simon the Tanner St Clair stood stranger sword tell thee thou art thou wilt tion troopers trysting tree Vandermere village villain widow Willie Pringle woman
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Σελίδα 23 - Bonnie Mary Hay, I will lo'e thee yet, For thy eye is the slae, thy hair is the jet ; The snaw is thy skin, and the rose is thy cheek ; Bonnie Mary Hay, I will lo'e thee yet Bonnie Mary Hay, will you gang wi...
Σελίδα 23 - ... Mary Hay, I will lo'e thee yet, For thy eye is the slae, thy hair is the jet; The snaw is thy skin, and the rose is thy cheek ; Bonnie Mary Hay, I will lo'e thee yet. Bonnie Mary Hay, will you gang wi' me. When the sun's in the west, to the hawthorn tree; To the hawthorn tree in the bonnie berry den, And I'll tell you, Mary, how I lo'e you then? Bonnie Mary Hay, it's haliday to me When thou art couthie, kind, and free ; There's nae clouds in the lift, nor storms in the sky, Bonnie Mary Hay, when...
Σελίδα 281 - FAREWELL to Glen-Shalloch, A farewell for ever ! Farewell to my wee cot That stands by the river ! The fall is loud sounding In voices that vary, And the echoes surrounding Lament with my Mary.