Spirit of Chambers's Journal: Original Tales, Essays and Sketches, Selected from that WorkW. &. R. Chambers, 1835 - 319 strán (strany) |
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Strana 8
... hours more , and de good fille , Peggy Dickson , down stairs , she say she vil come soon and see if you vant any thing . I have my- self taken de dirty vater away , and swept in de hearthstone , and now let me put in de clothes at your ...
... hours more , and de good fille , Peggy Dickson , down stairs , she say she vil come soon and see if you vant any thing . I have my- self taken de dirty vater away , and swept in de hearthstone , and now let me put in de clothes at your ...
Strana 10
... hour after that date , the two are seen dropping out at the bottom of the King's Park , on the way to Portobello . We say no more . They re- turn about four , and falling into the ranks of the church- going people , may be singled out ...
... hour after that date , the two are seen dropping out at the bottom of the King's Park , on the way to Portobello . We say no more . They re- turn about four , and falling into the ranks of the church- going people , may be singled out ...
Strana 11
... hour , if you were stationed about the Meadow Walk or Bruntsfield Links , you would see the same figures come oozing out at different exits from the town , and meet at the Golf - House , or at the Cage , or other place of rendezvous ...
... hour , if you were stationed about the Meadow Walk or Bruntsfield Links , you would see the same figures come oozing out at different exits from the town , and meet at the Golf - House , or at the Cage , or other place of rendezvous ...
Strana 12
... hours . I thought I should have fainted with the fatigue and the heat together . I declare , when we all rushed afterwards into the Golf - House to get a draught of porter , I think I drank a whole bottle before ever I felt the taste of ...
... hours . I thought I should have fainted with the fatigue and the heat together . I declare , when we all rushed afterwards into the Golf - House to get a draught of porter , I think I drank a whole bottle before ever I felt the taste of ...
Strana 16
... hour ; and when they had reached the end of the pier , they would stand listlessly for a quarter of an hour , gazing over the parapet , and casting their minds , as it were , abroad upon the waters . This has long been a favourite walk ...
... hour ; and when they had reached the end of the pier , they would stand listlessly for a quarter of an hour , gazing over the parapet , and casting their minds , as it were , abroad upon the waters . This has long been a favourite walk ...
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Strana 59 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Strana 59 - O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly : And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Strana 62 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget ! — Can I forget the hallow'd grove Where by the winding Ayr we met To live one day of parting love...
Strana 62 - I forget the hallowed grove where by the winding Ayr we met, to live one day of parting love! Eternity will not efface those records dear of transports past; thy image at our last embrace — ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, o'erhung with wild woods...
Strana 58 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O
Strana 62 - THOU lingering star, with less'ning ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest! Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Strana 62 - Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary ! dear, departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest?
Strana 62 - O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene. The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day...
Strana 61 - To Mary in Heaven. This celebrated poem was, it is on all hands admitted, composed by Burns in September, 1789, on the anniversary of the day on which he heard of the death of his early love, Mary Campbell; but Mr.
Strana 59 - The lovers stood on each side of a small purling brook; they laved their hands in its limpid stream, and, holding a bible between them, pronounced their vows to be faithful to each other. They parted — never to meet again...