Highland Lassies: Or, The Roua PassSmith, Elder and Company, 1862 - 316 страници |
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... lip : certainly pride and self - control- were clearly traceable there ; and there was an air about him that interested more than many a classically moulded figure . One could not be long in his society without feeling that honesty of ...
... lip : certainly pride and self - control- were clearly traceable there ; and there was an air about him that interested more than many a classically moulded figure . One could not be long in his society without feeling that honesty of ...
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... lips were thin , red , and firm , and sometimes drawn down at the corners ; smiles sardonic , sarcastic , satanic , and seraphic wreathed them by turns . On the high , wide , and massive brow , intellect sat firm : no bodily fatigue ...
... lips were thin , red , and firm , and sometimes drawn down at the corners ; smiles sardonic , sarcastic , satanic , and seraphic wreathed them by turns . On the high , wide , and massive brow , intellect sat firm : no bodily fatigue ...
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... lips were almost too blood - red . Her hands were small and white , and she had a peculiar way of wringing them as she spoke , drawl- ing her words in that singing tone the Highlanders use in speaking the English tongue . " Esmé , ma ...
... lips were almost too blood - red . Her hands were small and white , and she had a peculiar way of wringing them as she spoke , drawl- ing her words in that singing tone the Highlanders use in speaking the English tongue . " Esmé , ma ...
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... thin but well - cut lips . His features were rather sharp , but the lineaments of his ancestors were there - men who had anciently commingled blood of Gael with Gael in love as well as war - transmitting descent EWEN MACKENZIE . 25.
... thin but well - cut lips . His features were rather sharp , but the lineaments of his ancestors were there - men who had anciently commingled blood of Gael with Gael in love as well as war - transmitting descent EWEN MACKENZIE . 25.
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... lip , for he was awkward in pulling , and he was afraid the little Celts would laugh ; however , the boat glided with the current , and they merely used their oars when Ishbel gave warning of a sunken rock . 66 Sing Normal's song , dear ...
... lip , for he was awkward in pulling , and he was afraid the little Celts would laugh ; however , the boat glided with the current , and they merely used their oars when Ishbel gave warning of a sunken rock . 66 Sing Normal's song , dear ...
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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...