Highland Lassies: Or, The Roua PassSmith, Elder and Company, 1862 - 316 страници |
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... Florh . " " Weel ah weel ! let that be ; it ' ll na hinder fate . " " You are not to be always making mine , Florh ; I won't have it , " cried Esmé , throwing back her head with quick scorn , and her eyes darkening dangerously : " I ...
... Florh . " " Weel ah weel ! let that be ; it ' ll na hinder fate . " " You are not to be always making mine , Florh ; I won't have it , " cried Esmé , throwing back her head with quick scorn , and her eyes darkening dangerously : " I ...
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... Florh , listen : —I was awakened from a deep sleep by the wildest hooting of the owls ; they seemed all in flight towards the Roua Pass . I sat up in my bed ; the blessed moon was resting in splendour on a dark cloud high above the hill ...
... Florh , listen : —I was awakened from a deep sleep by the wildest hooting of the owls ; they seemed all in flight towards the Roua Pass . I sat up in my bed ; the blessed moon was resting in splendour on a dark cloud high above the hill ...
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... Florh , and she scrawled the letters g and r and y . " Was the cloud between the two last like this ? " and she added an e ; -Esmé nodded . " Then " - striking the stick against the crook over the fire , it broke in two ; Florh snatched ...
... Florh , and she scrawled the letters g and r and y . " Was the cloud between the two last like this ? " and she added an e ; -Esmé nodded . " Then " - striking the stick against the crook over the fire , it broke in two ; Florh snatched ...
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... Florh Mackenzie . She was a woman well to do . Her eldest son , Huistan , managed part of the large sheep farm which Glen- benrough kept in his own hands ; and consequently , as in the old patriarchal fashion , he possessed a goodly ...
... Florh Mackenzie . She was a woman well to do . Her eldest son , Huistan , managed part of the large sheep farm which Glen- benrough kept in his own hands ; and consequently , as in the old patriarchal fashion , he possessed a goodly ...
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... Florh to Glenbenrough ; where she nursed the little Esmé , second daughter of the laird , and where she remained nurse in chief until the latter reached her fifteenth year . In that time she had also carefully reared the little Ishbel ...
... Florh to Glenbenrough ; where she nursed the little Esmé , second daughter of the laird , and where she remained nurse in chief until the latter reached her fifteenth year . In that time she had also carefully reared the little Ishbel ...
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Страница 159 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
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Страница 3 - It's no in makin muckle mair ; It's no in books ; it's no in lear, To make us truly blest ; If happiness hae not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang ; The heart ay's the part ay That makes us right or wrang.
Страница 159 - Love's Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine?— See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another...
Страница 160 - ... Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine?-— See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me?
Страница 244 - Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue. Thus, with delight, we linger to survey The promised joys of life's unmeasured way; Thus, from afar, each dim-discovered scene More pleasing seems than all the past hath been ; And every form that Fancy can repair From dark oblivion glows divinely there.
Страница 77 - Kilmeny gaed up the glen ; But it wasna to meet Duneira's men, Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see, For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be. It was only to hear the Yorlin sing, And pu...
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