Highland Lassies: Or, The Roua PassSmith, Elder and Company, 1862 - 316 страници |
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... leaving Oxford , he went abroad for a couple of years with his friend Sir Francis Thornton ; who quite foresaw the begin- ning of a bright future for Basil . Harold's hall stood ready for his return to that fine old place , where all ...
... leaving Oxford , he went abroad for a couple of years with his friend Sir Francis Thornton ; who quite foresaw the begin- ning of a bright future for Basil . Harold's hall stood ready for his return to that fine old place , where all ...
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... leave such por- tions to her sons as the exertions of her husband never could have attained . She Normal Mac Alastair having been sent south for education , Ewen returned to his mother ; he was her youngest son and her favourite , and ...
... leave such por- tions to her sons as the exertions of her husband never could have attained . She Normal Mac Alastair having been sent south for education , Ewen returned to his mother ; he was her youngest son and her favourite , and ...
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... leaving the water behind , and fifteen miles of precipitous route brought you to the market town of Braemarin . But ... leave watching the feet ; up it went , higher and higher , and steeper and steeper became the climb , until by a few ...
... leaving the water behind , and fifteen miles of precipitous route brought you to the market town of Braemarin . But ... leave watching the feet ; up it went , higher and higher , and steeper and steeper became the climb , until by a few ...
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... leave yon alone ! " " “ Oh , Phee , tell us of your last barrel ; " cried Ishbel— “ do you know , Mr. Marchmoram , that Mr. Macpherson buried a barrel of smuggled whisky in his garden ten years ago , and when he went to dig out his ...
... leave yon alone ! " " “ Oh , Phee , tell us of your last barrel ; " cried Ishbel— “ do you know , Mr. Marchmoram , that Mr. Macpherson buried a barrel of smuggled whisky in his garden ten years ago , and when he went to dig out his ...
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... leaving the reins on their ponies ' necks . " Ride first , Ishbel , darling , " Esmé said ; " and don't speak to me , for I wish to think . " Esmé had been thinking ever since they left Dreumah ; the scenes of the day were flitting in ...
... leaving the reins on their ponies ' necks . " Ride first , Ishbel , darling , " Esmé said ; " and don't speak to me , for I wish to think . " Esmé had been thinking ever since they left Dreumah ; the scenes of the day were flitting in ...
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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 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.
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