St. Clyde, 第 3 巻Gale and Fenner, 1816 |
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... Laird St. Clyde , Island of Bute . " " The Laird St. Clyde ! " exclaimed the minister , and held out his hand to Mon. Villejuive for it . " My stars ! the seal of your family , Miss Ellen , and the hand - writing ! " and Mr. Thornhill ...
... Laird St. Clyde , Island of Bute . " " The Laird St. Clyde ! " exclaimed the minister , and held out his hand to Mon. Villejuive for it . " My stars ! the seal of your family , Miss Ellen , and the hand - writing ! " and Mr. Thornhill ...
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... laird alive and coming home ! this was enough . Sandy Glass was lurking in the road for his master the minister ; and he no sooner heard of the news , than he ran to Rothsay , and published it to baillie Ilan Dou , and the fiscal ; and ...
... laird alive and coming home ! this was enough . Sandy Glass was lurking in the road for his master the minister ; and he no sooner heard of the news , than he ran to Rothsay , and published it to baillie Ilan Dou , and the fiscal ; and ...
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... laird dead , and his gude wife , and the Lady Norah dead - Ohon ! this is the warst morning o ' a ' poor Macbean's days . O my captain ! my peur cap- tain ! gang , gang , let us be gaen to the manse ; the guid man gae me his be- nison ...
... laird dead , and his gude wife , and the Lady Norah dead - Ohon ! this is the warst morning o ' a ' poor Macbean's days . O my captain ! my peur cap- tain ! gang , gang , let us be gaen to the manse ; the guid man gae me his be- nison ...
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... laird ! the laird ! " cried Glass , as he advanced bowing , " the young laird living and greeting ! What ails ye , Colin dear ? Jesu drive his grief awa ; he's dead , an ' she's dead , an ' Norah's dead ; an ' we thought ye ware first ...
... laird ! the laird ! " cried Glass , as he advanced bowing , " the young laird living and greeting ! What ails ye , Colin dear ? Jesu drive his grief awa ; he's dead , an ' she's dead , an ' Norah's dead ; an ' we thought ye ware first ...
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... laird's comee , He's wat an ' he's cauld , he's begruttin an ' a ' . O rise , lassie , rise , and let him in , An ' tell Lady Ellen that Colin is come ! " 9 And Glass versified with so much pre- eipitation , that St. Clyde and Louis ...
... laird's comee , He's wat an ' he's cauld , he's begruttin an ' a ' . O rise , lassie , rise , and let him in , An ' tell Lady Ellen that Colin is come ! " 9 And Glass versified with so much pre- eipitation , that St. Clyde and Louis ...
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arms auld baillie Ilan Dou Bess bladier boat Brodick Bute caim of St captain Carr chief clan Clyde Colin crew Crinan Canal cutter dead dear deil dinna dirk dominie Duncan Macintyre Dunmorven castle Eliza Ellen father fellow frae gans gaugers gave geant Gillies glen gone grief ground hand head heard heart heights of Abraham Highland hills Isabel island John Carr juive knew lady Laird St land Lerwick Levingstone Loch Loch Earn looked Louis lugger Macbean Mactorloisk mair Maister manse mind minister morning morven muckle muir Mull ne'er night Oban outlaw pistol poor rock Rothsay Sandy Glass sergeant servant Shemus Macalester shore smugglers sorrow sword tell Thegn ther thing Thornhill tion took torrent vassals vessel Vich Ean Villejuive Villejuive's vingstone Whig Whiggans whilst Willie Willie's winna ye'll young laird
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80 ページ - By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed, By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned, By strangers honoured and by strangers mourned...
35 ページ - But — doubt not aught from mine array. Thou art my guest ; I pledged my word As far as Coilantogle Ford ; Nor would I call a clansman's brand For aid against one valiant hand, Though on our strife lay every vale Rent by the Saxon from the Gael. So move we on ; I only meant To show the reed on which you leant, Deeming this path you might pursue Without a pass from Roderick Dhu.
11 ページ - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
222 ページ - This receptive faculty, for power it cannot be called, is neither voluntary nor constant. The appearances have no dependence upon choice ; they cannot be summoned, detained, or recalled. The impression is sudden, and the effect often painful.
114 ページ - Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banished peace, thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renowned, Lie slaughtered on their native ground; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar...