Tales of My Grandmother, Τόμος 2A. Constable, 1825 |
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Σελίδα 33
... hours . Being thus stored , and continually con-- versing with works of genius and taste , and the eyes and the fingers being but handmaids to the soul , that he should conceive according as those he associates with , and those ...
... hours . Being thus stored , and continually con-- versing with works of genius and taste , and the eyes and the fingers being but handmaids to the soul , that he should conceive according as those he associates with , and those ...
Σελίδα 43
... having involved you in this freak ; ' tis but a few hours - mind it not ; for they are in the neigh- bourhood , that would be proud to acknowledge Peter Brugel . ' " What ! " exclaimed Lewis , " are you TALES OF MY GRANDMOTHER . 43.
... having involved you in this freak ; ' tis but a few hours - mind it not ; for they are in the neigh- bourhood , that would be proud to acknowledge Peter Brugel . ' " What ! " exclaimed Lewis , " are you TALES OF MY GRANDMOTHER . 43.
Σελίδα 46
... shrubbery . " Whither art thou leading us , lady of the gui- tar - nymph of the midnight hour - priestess of Hecate ! " exclaimed old Brugel . " Where there is safety without law - honesty without 46 TALES OF MY GRANDMOTHER .
... shrubbery . " Whither art thou leading us , lady of the gui- tar - nymph of the midnight hour - priestess of Hecate ! " exclaimed old Brugel . " Where there is safety without law - honesty without 46 TALES OF MY GRANDMOTHER .
Σελίδα 49
... hour ? for I have just finished my vespers , and yet thou sojournest through the tangled mazes of the forest of Lens , and findst thy way to my eagle - pinioned nest , which is the only security I hold against the hatred of these ...
... hour ? for I have just finished my vespers , and yet thou sojournest through the tangled mazes of the forest of Lens , and findst thy way to my eagle - pinioned nest , which is the only security I hold against the hatred of these ...
Σελίδα 55
... hour . " She passed forward without waiting for an an- swer . While Lewis , musing on the mystery that surrounded him , slowly regained the hermit- age , he found the whole party enjoying them- selves at the Moor's description of mine ...
... hour . " She passed forward without waiting for an an- swer . While Lewis , musing on the mystery that surrounded him , slowly regained the hermit- age , he found the whole party enjoying them- selves at the Moor's description of mine ...
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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.