Highland Lassies: Or, The Roua PassSmith, Elder and Company, 1862 - 316 страници |
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... Glenbenrough nursery , had built his fortune ? More than Huistan might feel the sway of Florh . She was a woman of shrewd sense and masculine will ; had her sphere and her powers been higher , the elements in her character would likely ...
... Glenbenrough nursery , had built his fortune ? More than Huistan might feel the sway of Florh . She was a woman of shrewd sense and masculine will ; had her sphere and her powers been higher , the elements in her character would likely ...
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... 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 , Esmé's ...
... 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 , Esmé's ...
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... Glenbenrough and Arduashien . He showed his dis- satisfaction by bitter gibes and sullenness ; and Ralph , the head keeper , had already made Marchmoram aware of Ewen's intractibility , when the latter gave him the rebuke which roused ...
... Glenbenrough and Arduashien . He showed his dis- satisfaction by bitter gibes and sullenness ; and Ralph , the head keeper , had already made Marchmoram aware of Ewen's intractibility , when the latter gave him the rebuke which roused ...
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... Glenbenrough ; or you kept on your way , and the road wandered on , leaving the water behind , and fifteen miles of precipitous route brought you to the market town of Braemarin . But when Ewen reached the first bridge of one arch , he ...
... Glenbenrough ; or you kept on your way , and the road wandered on , leaving the water behind , and fifteen miles of precipitous route brought you to the market town of Braemarin . But when Ewen reached the first bridge of one arch , he ...
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... Glenbenrough was very old . Mr. Mac Neil often said that if he had a son , he would pull it down and , by a judicious mortgage , build a modern one , in good taste , that his name , as its founder , might go down to his great ...
... Glenbenrough was very old . Mr. Mac Neil often said that if he had a son , he would pull it down and , by a judicious mortgage , build a modern one , in good taste , that his name , as its founder , might go down to his great ...
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amongst Arduashien asked Auber bank beautiful beneath birch bog-myrtle bright brow Colonel Sternbotham colour cottage dance dark deer Donald Cameron door Dreumah Dual Ghu English Esmé and Ishbel Esmé's Ewen Mackenzie Ewen's exclaimed eyes face father feel fire Florh frae Gaelic gaze gillies girls Glenbenrough Gupini hair hand Harold head heard heart heather Highland hills Huistan Jeanie Cameron kilted knew Lady Ida Lady Mac Neil laird lassie laugh lips loch Lochandhu looked Marchmoram marriage Miss Christy Miss Esmé Miss Mac Neil morning never night Norah pale party Phee plaid pony replied river rock Roua Pass round sassenach seated Seatoune smile spoke stood Strathshielie strong tartan tell Thistlebank Thorold thought told turned valet voice walked weel whisky whispered wild window ye're young
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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?
Страница 230 - I'll make a garland of thy hair Shall bind my heart for evermair Until the day I die. O that I were where Helen lies! Night and day on me she cries; Out of my bed she bids me rise, Says, "Haste and come to me!
Страница 230 - O that I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; Out of my bed she bids me rise, Says,
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...
Страница 295 - Her seymar was the lily flower, And her cheek the moss-rose in the shower ; And her voice like the distant melodye, That floats along the twilight sea.
Страница 232 - THE moon was a-waning, The tempest was over ; Fair was the maiden, And fond was the lover ; But the snow was so deep, That his heart it grew weary, And he sunk down to sleep, In the moorland so dreary. Soft was the bed She had made for her lover, White were the sheets And...