St. Clyde, Bind 3Gale and Fenner, 1816 |
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Side 23
... rocks where Michael Scott's stair is hewn out . " " Murdered ! how ? was it found out ? by whom ? " mys- " The whole is wrapped up in tery ; we've never found out the mur- derer . " " But my mother ! of what did she die ? " " From the ...
... rocks where Michael Scott's stair is hewn out . " " Murdered ! how ? was it found out ? by whom ? " mys- " The whole is wrapped up in tery ; we've never found out the mur- derer . " " But my mother ! of what did she die ? " " From the ...
Side 53
... rocks , and , the water breaking nearly across its mouth , had very lit tle appearance of any entrance . But this he did , as there were some people " on the margin of the creek prepared to render him ST . CLYDE . 53.
... rocks , and , the water breaking nearly across its mouth , had very lit tle appearance of any entrance . But this he did , as there were some people " on the margin of the creek prepared to render him ST . CLYDE . 53.
Side 54
... rock ; her hardy crew still keeping up a terrible fire on the cutter , until she ran alongside . The lugger now fell under the bows of the cutter , whose crew rushed in upon the smugglers . But though every one of these men was armed ...
... rock ; her hardy crew still keeping up a terrible fire on the cutter , until she ran alongside . The lugger now fell under the bows of the cutter , whose crew rushed in upon the smugglers . But though every one of these men was armed ...
Side 55
... rock kept up a close fire of small arms on the crew of the cutter ; but when the cutter's guns were brought to bear on that spot , the smugglers betook themselves to the mountains . St. Clyde was locked up in the ca- bin , and his ...
... rock kept up a close fire of small arms on the crew of the cutter ; but when the cutter's guns were brought to bear on that spot , the smugglers betook themselves to the mountains . St. Clyde was locked up in the ca- bin , and his ...
Side 57
... not heard of his return . When it was high water , the lug- ger was got off the rock on which she had been run , and towed by the cutter up to Lochgilpinn . And , during this time , D 5 ST . CLYDE . 57 gled bodies and dying groans. ...
... not heard of his return . When it was high water , the lug- ger was got off the rock on which she had been run , and towed by the cutter up to Lochgilpinn . And , during this time , D 5 ST . CLYDE . 57 gled bodies and dying groans. ...
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Side 82 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Side 118 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Side 218 - Thus we may see, quoth he, how the world wags : ' Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine; And after one hour more, 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
Side 67 - STRANGER ! if e'er thine ardent step hath traced The northern realms of ancient Caledon, Where the proud Queen of Wilderness hath placed By lake and cataract her lonely throne...
Side 80 - By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed, By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned, By strangers honoured and by strangers mourned...
Side 35 - But — doubt not aught from mine array. Thou art my guest ; I pledged my word As far as Coilantogle Ford ; Nor would I call a clansman's brand For aid against one valiant hand, Though on our strife lay every vale Rent by the Saxon from the Gael. So move we on ; I only meant To show the reed on which you leant, Deeming this path you might pursue Without a pass from Roderick Dhu.
Side 11 - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Side 222 - This receptive faculty, for power it cannot be called, is neither voluntary nor constant. The appearances have no dependence upon choice ; they cannot be summoned, detained, or recalled. The impression is sudden, and the effect often painful.
Side 114 - Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banished peace, thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renowned, Lie slaughtered on their native ground; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar...