The odd volumeLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1827 - 381 páginas |
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Arthur's Seat Augustus babble bairn Beaufort Joyeuse beautiful beloved blate bonny canna Captain Schroeder castle Danish daughter Deacon dear dinna door Earl of Moray Effie exclaimed eyes fair father fear feelings frae gang gaun give Grace grief gude gudeman Guzzle Hamburg hame hand Hans Muller happiness hear heard heart Hienrich honour Huntly James Jarvie Jorgan Kiel King laddie Lady Magdalene lassie Leith Leon Leonora listen Logie look Lord lover Lowry Lucy LUDVIG HOLBERG Ma'm'selle Magdala Magdalena Majesty matter maun Mistress Margaret Monsieur Gert Monsieur Gilbert mother Muller Nanny never Newhaven night noble ower Peggy Pernille Philip puir Queen rejoined replied Scotland smile soon speak St Firmin stept tears tell thing thought Tibby Thornback took Trattheim unco weel winna wish woman word ye ken young youth
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Página 247 - on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and stiles, That lie between us and our name, Whare sits our sulky sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. BURNS.
Página 11 - And now what rests, but that we spend the time With stately triumphs- mirthful comic shows, Such as befit the pleasures of the court ? Sound, drums and trumpets! farewell, sour annoy : For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy. King
Página 80 - they rade on, and on they rade, And a' by the light o' the moon, Until they cam to his mother's ha' door, And there they lighted doun. " Get up, get up, lady mother," he says, " Get up, and let me in; Get up, get up, lady mother," he says, " For this night my fair lady I've win.
Página 42 - I have no Joy but of thy bringing, And pain itself seems sweet when springing From thee, thee, only thee. Like spells, that nought on earth can break, Till lips, that know the charm, have spoken, This heart, howe'er the world may wake Its grief, its scorn, can but be broken By thee, thee, only thee.
Página 86 - Oh, winds of winter ! list ye there To many a deep and dying groan ; Or start, ye demons of the midnight air, At shrieks and thunders louder than your own. CAMPBELL.
Página 221 - Dragg'd mighty Hector with a bloody crown ; And eke the bard, that sung of their renown, In garb of Greece, most beggar-like and torn, He paints, with colly, wandering up and down, Because, at once, in seven cities born ; And so of parish rights was all his days forlorn.
Página 42 - me thinking Of thee, thee, only thee. When friends are met, and goblets crown'd, And smiles are near that once enchanted, Unreach'd by all that sunshine round, My soul, like some dark spot, is haunted By thee, thee, only thee.
Página 247 - While we sit bousing at the nappy, An' getting fou and unco happy, We think nae on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and
Página 97 - A player, masquerading many parts In life's odd carnival;—a boy that shoots, From ladies' eyes, such mortal woundy darts ; A gardener, pulling heart's-ease up by the roots
Página 52 - And the lone spirit's sigh Steals o'er the roses ; When in the waters still Twilight is sleeping, And on the purple hill Night-dews are weeping; Where, o'er the slumbering lake, Droops the fond willow, While the breeze cannot wake Even a billow; When there is silence in each leafy bower, There be our meeting—alone—in that hour.