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... tell what blood has followed , and what feud About your ranks . THE caprice of a young and beautiful lady is pure constancy , compared with the caprice of dame For- tune ; she showers her favours on strange places , and scatters her ...
... tell what blood has followed , and what feud About your ranks . THE caprice of a young and beautiful lady is pure constancy , compared with the caprice of dame For- tune ; she showers her favours on strange places , and scatters her ...
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... tell me when my true love's ship will come hame ? -I trow ye cannot tell me that . But I can tell you , for I dreamed a sweet dream yestreen . I was sitting on the top of Col- vend cliff , watching for his returning sails , and the dew ...
... tell me when my true love's ship will come hame ? -I trow ye cannot tell me that . But I can tell you , for I dreamed a sweet dream yestreen . I was sitting on the top of Col- vend cliff , watching for his returning sails , and the dew ...
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... tell me it's brighter . But ye were drowned , ye say now , sit down and tell me how ye liked to sojourn aneath the salt sea . I have whiles a thought of trying sic - like habitation myself , —for I dinna find the earth half so pleasant ...
... tell me it's brighter . But ye were drowned , ye say now , sit down and tell me how ye liked to sojourn aneath the salt sea . I have whiles a thought of trying sic - like habitation myself , —for I dinna find the earth half so pleasant ...
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Allan Cunningham. coupers ? but I'll skip half a score , and tell ye o ' ane , bonnie Grace Joysan , the flower o ' Gallowa . She was proof to all his arts , till it fell on a time at a Dumfries fair , that he walked wi ' Grace on the ...
Allan Cunningham. coupers ? but I'll skip half a score , and tell ye o ' ane , bonnie Grace Joysan , the flower o ' Gallowa . She was proof to all his arts , till it fell on a time at a Dumfries fair , that he walked wi ' Grace on the ...
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... tell us how we were stricken , smitten , and afflicted . Were we not compelled to turn the wild hill into a tabernacle , and hiding our faces from the blessed sun , to make the moon and the stars our lamps ? But the day is nigh at hand ...
... tell us how we were stricken , smitten , and afflicted . Were we not compelled to turn the wild hill into a tabernacle , and hiding our faces from the blessed sun , to make the moon and the stars our lamps ? But the day is nigh at hand ...
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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;