Caledonia described by Scott, Burns and Ramsay. With illustr. by J. Macwhirter |
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Strana
... LASS OF BALLOCHMYLE , THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDY , BLITHE WAS SHE , . THE BANKS OF THE DEVON , THE LAZY MIST , . OF A THE AIRTS THE WIND CAN BLAW , TO MARY IN HEAVEN , • UP IN THE MORNING EARLY , MUSING ON THE ROARING OCEAN , MY HEART'S IN ...
... LASS OF BALLOCHMYLE , THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDY , BLITHE WAS SHE , . THE BANKS OF THE DEVON , THE LAZY MIST , . OF A THE AIRTS THE WIND CAN BLAW , TO MARY IN HEAVEN , • UP IN THE MORNING EARLY , MUSING ON THE ROARING OCEAN , MY HEART'S IN ...
Strana 129
... lass , Come after me , and draw thee As fast this night . " He whistled up Lord Lennox ' march To keep his courage cheery ; Although his hair began to arch , He was sae fley'd and eerie : Till presently he hears a squeak , And then a ...
... lass , Come after me , and draw thee As fast this night . " He whistled up Lord Lennox ' march To keep his courage cheery ; Although his hair began to arch , He was sae fley'd and eerie : Till presently he hears a squeak , And then a ...
Strana 184
... was , And wi ' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass , Still shearing , and clearing , The tither stookèd raw , Wi ' claivers and haivers Wearing the day awa ' . To the Guidwife of Wauchope House . Even then , 184.
... was , And wi ' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass , Still shearing , and clearing , The tither stookèd raw , Wi ' claivers and haivers Wearing the day awa ' . To the Guidwife of Wauchope House . Even then , 184.
Strana 191
... , alas ! for me nae mair Shall birdie charm or floweret smile : Fareweel the bonny banks of Ayr , Fareweel , fareweel , sweet Ballochmyle ! The Lass o ' Ballochmyle . TUNE- " Miss Forbes's 191 THE BRAES O' BALLOCHMYLE,
... , alas ! for me nae mair Shall birdie charm or floweret smile : Fareweel the bonny banks of Ayr , Fareweel , fareweel , sweet Ballochmyle ! The Lass o ' Ballochmyle . TUNE- " Miss Forbes's 191 THE BRAES O' BALLOCHMYLE,
Strana 192
... I chanced to spy ; Her look was like the morning's eye , Her air like Nature's vernal smile ; Perfection whisper'd , passing by , Behold the lass o ' Ballochmyle ! The Lass o ' Ballochmyle . Fair is the morn 192 THE LASS OF BALLOCHMYLE,
... I chanced to spy ; Her look was like the morning's eye , Her air like Nature's vernal smile ; Perfection whisper'd , passing by , Behold the lass o ' Ballochmyle ! The Lass o ' Ballochmyle . Fair is the morn 192 THE LASS OF BALLOCHMYLE,
Časté výrazy a frázy
Afton amang arms auld Ballochmyle banks bard beneath birks of Aberfeldy blast blate blaw blest blithe bloom body kiss bonny bosom braes BRAID HILLS breast breeze BRIG bright brow burn CALEDONIA Castle cliff Coolin crag dark dear dearie deep deer e'er fair Farewell Fate fear Fiery Cross Flow gently flowers frae gale glen green Halloween hear heart Heaven Highland hill Jenny Katrine Lady lake lass lassie Loch Loch Katrine Lochinvar lone Lord Marmion maun mony morn mountain Nae mair Nature's ne'er NEIDPATH CASTLE Netherby o'er owre plaid plain pride raptured roar rock Roderick round rove rude sang scarce scene Scotia's shore Smailholm Tower smile soul stream sugh summer sweet Syne tale Tantallon Castle thee thou toil tower TUNE unco wandering wave weary weel Whyles wild wind young Lochinvar
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Strana 122 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days: There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere...
Strana 31 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing, and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? XIII.
Strana 230 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Strana 121 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Strana 118 - The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant wee-things, toddlin, stacher through To meet their dad, wi' flichterin noise an
Strana 29 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Strana 232 - O, wert thou in the cauld blast On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did Misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, "Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Strana 30 - Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all. Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word), "O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?
Strana 230 - A man's a man for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, and a' that; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie ca'da lord, Wha struts, and stares, and a' that — Though hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that ; For a* that, and a' that, His riband, star, and a' that; The man of independent mind, He looks and laughs at a
Strana 203 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...