Tales of My Grandmother, Τόμος 2A. Constable, 1825 |
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Σελίδα 8
... sword of man can never be better employed than in protecting the stranger and the oppressed . " " Say you sae , my Lord ? then , furth my auld acquaintance , for you and me hae gane han ' in han ' in mony a toolzie as grim as this ; but ...
... sword of man can never be better employed than in protecting the stranger and the oppressed . " " Say you sae , my Lord ? then , furth my auld acquaintance , for you and me hae gane han ' in han ' in mony a toolzie as grim as this ; but ...
Σελίδα 9
... sword of man can never be better employed than in protecting the stranger and the oppressed . " " Say you sae , my Lord ? then , furth my auld acquaintance , for you and me hae gane han ' in han ' in mony a toolzie as grim as this ; but ...
... sword of man can never be better employed than in protecting the stranger and the oppressed . " " Say you sae , my Lord ? then , furth my auld acquaintance , for you and me hae gane han ' in han ' in mony a toolzie as grim as this ; but ...
Σελίδα 11
Archibald Crawfurd. there's a basket , " striking the hilt of his sword , " that contains as much ammunition as half the filth they have collected here . " " Bravo , Davie ! " exclaimed Lewis , " thy brisket swelleth . " “ There is an ...
Archibald Crawfurd. there's a basket , " striking the hilt of his sword , " that contains as much ammunition as half the filth they have collected here . " " Bravo , Davie ! " exclaimed Lewis , " thy brisket swelleth . " “ There is an ...
Σελίδα 13
... sword in hand , and , after a desperate struggle , succeeded in clearing the deck . Not a few of the mob had jumped in- to the river , torch in hand , and were screaming in the agonies of death for assistance . whole attention of the ...
... sword in hand , and , after a desperate struggle , succeeded in clearing the deck . Not a few of the mob had jumped in- to the river , torch in hand , and were screaming in the agonies of death for assistance . whole attention of the ...
Σελίδα 22
... sword half out of its sheath , and forc- ing it back with no little noise , " I'll make a car- bonado of him that doubts it . 66 Why , then , I doubt it , " exclaimed Lewis ; " for when a man shrinks from the scrutiny of a brother ...
... sword half out of its sheath , and forc- ing it back with no little noise , " I'll make a car- bonado of him that doubts it . 66 Why , then , I doubt it , " exclaimed Lewis ; " for when a man shrinks from the scrutiny of a brother ...
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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.