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Side 52
... quean that's gone was a glaiket creature , ken'd na weel whilk end on her was up - nought better could befal a daft hempie , wha wore fowl's feathers in her head , as thy douce father says . Now , the young lord's a wanter , and yere ...
... quean that's gone was a glaiket creature , ken'd na weel whilk end on her was up - nought better could befal a daft hempie , wha wore fowl's feathers in her head , as thy douce father says . Now , the young lord's a wanter , and yere ...
Side 54
... at every spring - my certie , she'll come in o ' her skipping yet ; I never saw a quean that flang in that flaga- rie gate , that didnae gie wark to the cannie 54 PAUL JONES . other things than the scene of mirth and joy ...
... at every spring - my certie , she'll come in o ' her skipping yet ; I never saw a quean that flang in that flaga- rie gate , that didnae gie wark to the cannie 54 PAUL JONES . other things than the scene of mirth and joy ...
Side 56
... quean , Kate Tam- son , said what was truth , -there's mair sense in Kate than some folk think - it's no the brawling brook that drowns fowk - and it's no the rattling cart that's soonest coupit . Look at dame Kissock , quo ' she , when ...
... quean , Kate Tam- son , said what was truth , -there's mair sense in Kate than some folk think - it's no the brawling brook that drowns fowk - and it's no the rattling cart that's soonest coupit . Look at dame Kissock , quo ' she , when ...
Side 150
... quean's ee as weel as he liked the burning gowd . He has picked up one of those cumbersome comrades frae this little wicked coast before now . Ye have heard of bonnie Kate Can- dlish o ' Cumtakit ? blue een , gowden locks , lang i ' the ...
... quean's ee as weel as he liked the burning gowd . He has picked up one of those cumbersome comrades frae this little wicked coast before now . Ye have heard of bonnie Kate Can- dlish o ' Cumtakit ? blue een , gowden locks , lang i ' the ...
Side 152
... quean , very young and somewhat obedient , who can be carried o'er the sea - faem and no a feather ruffled , ye foresta ' me , brings her weight in gold either east or west . There was Captain Crouser , who carried o'er the daughter of ...
... quean , very young and somewhat obedient , who can be carried o'er the sea - faem and no a feather ruffled , ye foresta ' me , brings her weight in gold either east or west . There was Captain Crouser , who carried o'er the daughter 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;