Tales of My Grandmother, Τόμος 2A. Constable, 1825 |
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Σελίδα 20
... gamblers , that stake their weapons on the turn of a card or the throw of a dice , ” replied Lewis , galled at the proposition of the Fleming . " Hold there , my mountain cock , bullies we are not ; wine - bibbers - that is as it may be ...
... gamblers , that stake their weapons on the turn of a card or the throw of a dice , ” replied Lewis , galled at the proposition of the Fleming . " Hold there , my mountain cock , bullies we are not ; wine - bibbers - that is as it may be ...
Σελίδα 21
... gamblers could not keep in the back - ground , which bore in its front , thus we have gained our point . Lewis , in the meantime , selecting one of the most valuable gems , threw it upon the table . " That ruby , if the chance is not ...
... gamblers could not keep in the back - ground , which bore in its front , thus we have gained our point . Lewis , in the meantime , selecting one of the most valuable gems , threw it upon the table . " That ruby , if the chance is not ...
Σελίδα 22
... gamblers whispering to one another , and pointing towards the two dies that stood apart , with an ex- pression which left no doubt that all was not right . They shrunk from his dark penetrating eye . They stood , as it were , self ...
... gamblers whispering to one another , and pointing towards the two dies that stood apart , with an ex- pression which left no doubt that all was not right . They shrunk from his dark penetrating eye . They stood , as it were , self ...
Σελίδα 23
... gamblers now rose with intention to prevent his departure . " Nay , nay , be not too hastily moved to choler ; for , by my helidame , he that stands betwixt me and that door plays deeper game , and stakes more on the chance than all ...
... gamblers now rose with intention to prevent his departure . " Nay , nay , be not too hastily moved to choler ; for , by my helidame , he that stands betwixt me and that door plays deeper game , and stakes more on the chance than all ...
Σελίδα 53
... more bitter agony ; but this is the harvest that gamblers reap . " Here she struck her guitar in a soft plaintive measure , mingling the following words : — " There is more sweetness in the voice of sorrow TALES OF MY GRANDMOTHER . 53.
... more bitter agony ; but this is the harvest that gamblers reap . " Here she struck her guitar in a soft plaintive measure , mingling the following words : — " There is more sweetness in the voice of sorrow TALES OF MY GRANDMOTHER . 53.
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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.