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Página 624 - I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking, Lasses a' lilting before dawn of day ; But now they are moaning on ilka green loaning — The Flowers of the Forest are a
Página 624 - At bughts, in the morning, nae blythe lads are scorning, Lasses are lonely and dowie and wae; Nae daffing, nae gabbing, but sighing and sabbing, Ilk ane lifts her leglin and hies her away. In...
Página 450 - This place is distinguished from afar by a small plantation of firs, the Cyprian grove of the place — a sort of landmark for fugitive lovers.
Página 1055 - An' thraw a sweeping line ; An' we'll hae a plash amang the lads, For the days o' lang syne. Tho' Cheviot's top be frosty still. He's green below the knee, Sae don your plaid an' tak your gad, An' gang awa' wi
Página 448 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Página 462 - I shall ever get about again, is only known to Him, the Great Unknown, whose creature I am. Alas, Clarke! I begin to fear the worst. As to my individual self, I am tranquil, and would despise myself if I were not; but Burns's poor widow, and half a dozen of his dear little ones— helpless orphans !—there I am weak as a woman's tear.
Página 884 - The executioner then kindled the fire, and the powder that was fastened to his body blew up. The captain of the castle, perceiving that he was still alive, drew near, and bid him be of good courage : whereupon...
Página 1013 - O THE broom , and the bonny bonny broom, And the broom of the Cowdenknows ! And aye sae sweet as the lassie sang, I' the bought, milking the ewes. The hills were high on ilka side, An' the bought i' the lirk o' the hill, And aye, as she sang, her voice it rang Out o'er the head o
Página 726 - Composed by Edward Cocker, late practitioner in the arts of writing, arithmetick, and engraving. Being that so long since promised to the world. Perused and published by John Hawkins, writing-master near St. George's Church in Southwark, by the author's correct copy, and commended to the world by many eminent mathematicians and writing-masters in and near London.