Tales of My Grandmother, Τόμος 2A. Constable, 1825 |
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Σελίδα 6
... round of goblets , the mob threw their caps in the air , shouting , " Long live King James ! " this period our sojourners arrived at the gate of the Marquis , and were hardly dismounted , when a violent riot commenced betwixt the crew ...
... round of goblets , the mob threw their caps in the air , shouting , " Long live King James ! " this period our sojourners arrived at the gate of the Marquis , and were hardly dismounted , when a violent riot commenced betwixt the crew ...
Σελίδα 19
... Round the walls of this chamber were suspended the paintings alluded to , which con- tained a considerable portion of that low humour for which the Dutch school was so celebrated in those days . The treat was savoury , the wine ex ...
... Round the walls of this chamber were suspended the paintings alluded to , which con- tained a considerable portion of that low humour for which the Dutch school was so celebrated in those days . The treat was savoury , the wine ex ...
Σελίδα 22
... round , he discovered the three 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 ...
... round , he discovered the three 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 ...
Σελίδα 34
... round , and retraced his steps towards the city . After walking a few miles , Aurora began to throw off her night robes , and was welcomed with the merry carols of the feathered tribe , and the blithe song of the milk - maid . Nature ...
... round , and retraced his steps towards the city . After walking a few miles , Aurora began to throw off her night robes , and was welcomed with the merry carols of the feathered tribe , and the blithe song of the milk - maid . Nature ...
Σελίδα 36
... round the apart- ment and collected a few small coins . * Our readers will recollect , that the scene of this Tale is laid about 1607 , when the edict of Philip III . scattered his unfortunate Moorish subjects over Europe and Africa ...
... round the apart- ment and collected a few small coins . * Our readers will recollect , that the scene of this Tale is laid about 1607 , when the edict of Philip III . scattered his unfortunate Moorish subjects over Europe and Africa ...
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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.