Highland Lassies: Or, The Roua PassSmith, Elder and Company, 1862 - 316 страници |
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... past . Her petticoat was of dark blue wool , and her stockings of brown moss dye . In appearance she was the very beau ideal of a Highland wife . Her face was rather dark - complexioned , and the narrow band of hair visible was a deep ...
... past . Her petticoat was of dark blue wool , and her stockings of brown moss dye . In appearance she was the very beau ideal of a Highland wife . Her face was rather dark - complexioned , and the narrow band of hair visible was a deep ...
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... past her - past home - past life and hope - into the gloomy waters of a mist - covered ocean . Then Florh , I awoke ! " When Esmé ceased , her foster - mother stooped , and , raking the hearth - ashes with her finger , picked out a ...
... past her - past home - past life and hope - into the gloomy waters of a mist - covered ocean . Then Florh , I awoke ! " When Esmé ceased , her foster - mother stooped , and , raking the hearth - ashes with her finger , picked out a ...
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... past in round shapes- so ; and I remember the cloud that followed that ƒ was ser- pentine - like this ; and the last shadow of all was tailed , like a comet . " " Aye , aye : so and so ; " said Florh , and she scrawled the letters g and ...
... past in round shapes- so ; and I remember the cloud that followed that ƒ was ser- pentine - like this ; and the last shadow of all was tailed , like a comet . " " Aye , aye : so and so ; " said Florh , and she scrawled the letters g and ...
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... past midnight when Ewen reached his mother's house ; but he awakened her and Huistan , and gave his ver- sion of the affair of Dreumah . She believed it , but said little : as was her wont . " Well , my son , get you to your bed , and ...
... past midnight when Ewen reached his mother's house ; but he awakened her and Huistan , and gave his ver- sion of the affair of Dreumah . She believed it , but said little : as was her wont . " Well , my son , get you to your bed , and ...
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... must know us , " cried Ishbel , laughing , " for they are never disturbed when we come floating past them . " The perfume of the honeysuckle was sweet on the river breeze , and the exquisite note of the thrush and 34 HIGHLAND LASSIES .
... must know us , " cried Ishbel , laughing , " for they are never disturbed when we come floating past them . " The perfume of the honeysuckle was sweet on the river breeze , and the exquisite note of the thrush and 34 HIGHLAND LASSIES .
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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?
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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...
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.
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