Highland Lassies: Or, The Roua PassSmith, Elder and Company, 1862 - 316 страници |
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... thought of my own , and because you pronounced loch very well just now : it is affectation to speak of lakes . " 66 " I never thought loch a prettily pronounceable word until a moment ago , " said Marchmoram . Any man of education can ...
... thought of my own , and because you pronounced loch very well just now : it is affectation to speak of lakes . " 66 " I never thought loch a prettily pronounceable word until a moment ago , " said Marchmoram . Any man of education can ...
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... thought but how to kill Twa at a blow . " " But tell me whisky's name in Greck , I'll tell the reason . " - BURNS . THE young Highland girl stepped quickly up a heather track , until she stopped before a low black cottage , thatched ...
... thought but how to kill Twa at a blow . " " But tell me whisky's name in Greck , I'll tell the reason . " - BURNS . THE young Highland girl stepped quickly up a heather track , until she stopped before a low black cottage , thatched ...
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... thought I started sluggishly , but my blood warmed , and I had such a stalk ! There is a gash on my knee which must cripple me for a week . It is well , with the sequel I have to tell , that with me - ce n'est pas la victoire mais le ...
... thought I started sluggishly , but my blood warmed , and I had such a stalk ! There is a gash on my knee which must cripple me for a week . It is well , with the sequel I have to tell , that with me - ce n'est pas la victoire mais le ...
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... thought the pupil darkened and dilated into a dreamy fulness , emulating the wrapt fervour of a Magdalen , or the earnest sadness of the Cenci ; but when she was aroused to lively discussion , or struck by a sense of the ludicrous , the ...
... thought the pupil darkened and dilated into a dreamy fulness , emulating the wrapt fervour of a Magdalen , or the earnest sadness of the Cenci ; but when she was aroused to lively discussion , or struck by a sense of the ludicrous , the ...
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... thought of it while shooting that day , and they on hearing his name , knew it as that of the leader of the Dreumah party , and as a name familiar amongst the lower classes around them , who told stories of the wealth and luxury of the ...
... thought of it while shooting that day , and they on hearing his name , knew it as that of the leader of the Dreumah party , and as a name familiar amongst the lower classes around them , who told stories of the wealth and luxury of the ...
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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...