Tales of My Grandmother, Τόμος 2A. Constable, 1825 |
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Σελίδα 4
... night begin to climb Ben- nohie's rugged steep , and see yon black cloud that is rearing its spiral form from the topmost pinnacle - now it clears away . Happy James Stuart ! every mountain speaketh loyalty . I'd sooner be king of bonny ...
... night begin to climb Ben- nohie's rugged steep , and see yon black cloud that is rearing its spiral form from the topmost pinnacle - now it clears away . Happy James Stuart ! every mountain speaketh loyalty . I'd sooner be king of bonny ...
Σελίδα 6
... night . The streets were crowded with citizens ; bonfires were displayed at every corner , and it was with no little difficulty our two travellers could force their way through the thronged streets , un- til they arrived in the castle ...
... night . The streets were crowded with citizens ; bonfires were displayed at every corner , and it was with no little difficulty our two travellers could force their way through the thronged streets , un- til they arrived in the castle ...
Σελίδα 12
... night , gave them a frantic and fury - like ap- pearance . Now flew a crowd of missiles , which fell on board the Flemish ship , moored at a short distance from the quay . The mob being a second time disappointed of their prey , their ...
... night , gave them a frantic and fury - like ap- pearance . Now flew a crowd of missiles , which fell on board the Flemish ship , moored at a short distance from the quay . The mob being a second time disappointed of their prey , their ...
Σελίδα 13
... night , with a heavy sea , and frequent squalls , left no alternative , but to steer away across the dark bosom of the North Sea . When Sol had thrown his broad beams upon the ocean , not a vestige of land could be discovered in any ...
... night , with a heavy sea , and frequent squalls , left no alternative , but to steer away across the dark bosom of the North Sea . When Sol had thrown his broad beams upon the ocean , not a vestige of land could be discovered in any ...
Σελίδα 31
... night was still , the stars were twinkling bright in their orbs ; the distant murmur of the ocean , beating against the osier banks , and the occasional bark of the watch - dog , wakening the dull ear of the night , and now and then the ...
... night was still , the stars were twinkling bright in their orbs ; the distant murmur of the ocean , beating against the osier banks , and the occasional bark of the watch - dog , wakening the dull ear of the night , and now and then the ...
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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.