Tales of My Grandmother, Τόμος 2A. Constable, 1825 |
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Σελίδα 21
... ; but I have said it . Come , let us have a brief process . Count , and here goes for the main . " First one gem , then another , and a third , un- til at last the casket became emptied of its valu- TALES OF MY GRANDMOTHER . 21.
... ; but I have said it . Come , let us have a brief process . Count , and here goes for the main . " First one gem , then another , and a third , un- til at last the casket became emptied of its valu- TALES OF MY GRANDMOTHER . 21.
Σελίδα 22
Archibald Crawfurd. til at last the casket became emptied of its valu- able contents . Frantic with rage , he rose from the gambling - table , and was about to replace the casket in his breast , when a sudden thought flash- ed across his ...
Archibald Crawfurd. til at last the casket became emptied of its valu- able contents . Frantic with rage , he rose from the gambling - table , and was about to replace the casket in his breast , when a sudden thought flash- ed across his ...
Σελίδα 24
... became nearly allied to madness ; for when he cast his mind on the hills of his fathers , there hung a cloud , a name stained with folly , nay with crime . This could hardly be borne with ; nor was there any thing better than obscurity ...
... became nearly allied to madness ; for when he cast his mind on the hills of his fathers , there hung a cloud , a name stained with folly , nay with crime . This could hardly be borne with ; nor was there any thing better than obscurity ...
Σελίδα 41
Archibald Crawfurd. by the villagers as a place of confinement for those boors that became refractory over their li- quor , while the lower buildings served as a recep- tacle for their cattle during the night . They were conducted up a ...
Archibald Crawfurd. by the villagers as a place of confinement for those boors that became refractory over their li- quor , while the lower buildings served as a recep- tacle for their cattle during the night . They were conducted up a ...
Σελίδα 52
... became loud and fre- quently impassioned . 66 " Tell me not , " exclaimed the man , ' my fortune has become desperate . I am without a ducat . Upon this game our all is staked ; the world and its laws have torn from us the little ...
... became loud and fre- quently impassioned . 66 " Tell me not , " exclaimed the man , ' my fortune has become desperate . I am without a ducat . Upon this game our all is staked ; the world and its laws have torn from us the little ...
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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.