Paul Jones; a romance, Bind 1–31826 |
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... Siddick and Saint Bees . Criffel might arise with an increase of height , and overlook her sister Skiddaw ; over the rocks I might strew roses , -the stream , on good pastoral authority , might meander on sands of sil- ver and gravel of ...
... Siddick and Saint Bees . Criffel might arise with an increase of height , and overlook her sister Skiddaw ; over the rocks I might strew roses , -the stream , on good pastoral authority , might meander on sands of sil- ver and gravel of ...
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... Siddick kirk with his bride at his side , and I heard the old folk say , ' That's young Lord Dalveen , and that's his young bride . ' His young bride , ' I said ; ' that can- not be me ; but I'll lift that long white veil , and see who ...
... Siddick kirk with his bride at his side , and I heard the old folk say , ' That's young Lord Dalveen , and that's his young bride . ' His young bride , ' I said ; ' that can- not be me ; but I'll lift that long white veil , and see who ...
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... Siddick - pow , and clear they are , and sparkling like drops of morning dew . " The poor maiden threw her veil over her face , and said , " May I never see my love's face , if this is no my ain auld school - fere , proud Johnie Paul ...
... Siddick - pow , and clear they are , and sparkling like drops of morning dew . " The poor maiden threw her veil over her face , and said , " May I never see my love's face , if this is no my ain auld school - fere , proud Johnie Paul ...
Side 51
... Siddick kirkyard . - He whose perfidy sent her there sits now before me - sits unmoved , too , and hears of the wreck of one of the sweetest and truest hearts that ever beat to a villain's tale . Now get up and begone - I have fulfilled ...
... Siddick kirkyard . - He whose perfidy sent her there sits now before me - sits unmoved , too , and hears of the wreck of one of the sweetest and truest hearts that ever beat to a villain's tale . Now get up and begone - I have fulfilled ...
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... Siddick , now represented by Colvend . A por-- tion of the kirk still rose grey amid its ranks of gravestones , and the whole , enclosed with a wall of rude masonry , glittered drearily amid the dewy moonlight . At the conclusion of ...
... Siddick , now represented by Colvend . A por-- tion of the kirk still rose grey amid its ranks of gravestones , and the whole , enclosed with a wall of rude masonry , glittered drearily amid the dewy moonlight . At the conclusion of ...
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Andrew Paton answered auld beauty blessed blood boat bonnie bosom brow Caerlaverock Cameronian Captain castle cavern Colanson Corbie Criffel dame dark daugh daughter deep dropt Dumfries evil eyes face fair folly frae Galwegian gazed glance Grace grave gude Halliday hand head hear heard heart heaven honour horse John Cargill John Paul Joysan Justice kirk kythed Lady Emeline Lady Phemie land lass light lips look Lord Dalveen Lord Thomas Macgubb Macmittimus maiden mair Maud Paul maun mirth moon mother nature neck never noble pistol Prudence quean Rodan sails Saint Bees Scotland seat ship shore Siddick side sister smile Solway sorrow spirit spoke stept stood sweet sword tell thee there's thou thought tide veen voice weel wild wise wish words yere young lord young nobleman
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Side 103 - Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn, From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay. WORDSWORTH. WHEN
Side 172 - thou pale orb, that silent shines, While care-untroubled mortals sleep ! Thou seest a wretch that inly pines, And wanders here to wail and weep ! With woe I nightly vigils keep, Beneath thy wan unwarming beam, And mourn in lamentation deep, How life and love are all a dream.
Side 345 - Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight Farewell a while to him and thee: My native land,—Good night.
Side 345 - Adieu, adieu ! My native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild
Side 73 - Are we gods ? Allied to no infirmities ? Are our natures More than men's natures ? When we slip a little Out of the way of virtue, are we lost ? Is there no medicine called sweet mercy
Side 150 - there's as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it, and as good
Side 316 - Tear forth the fathers of poor families Out of their beds, and coffin them alive In some
Side 1 - And upper ends of tables, had they tongues, Could tell what blood has followed, and what feud About your ranks.
Side 373 - the fowls of the air, the fish of the sea, and the wild beasts of the field;