Wanderings in the Highlands and Islands: With Sketches Taken on the Scottish Border, Being a Sequel to "Wild Sports of the West", Bind 2A.H. Baily, 1844 |
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... And how the dickens did you know my name was Pat Brophy ? " " Arrah ! what should hinder me , sure I knew ye'r father before ye ! " " Deth and naagers ! ould Peter Brophy of Mullaghmore . " is . " OFF THE GOODWINS . 5 " The.
... And how the dickens did you know my name was Pat Brophy ? " " Arrah ! what should hinder me , sure I knew ye'r father before ye ! " " Deth and naagers ! ould Peter Brophy of Mullaghmore . " is . " OFF THE GOODWINS . 5 " The.
Side 96
... ye'r tongue , or ye'll wauken the bairns ! " In a moment the loud and clamorous caw was changed to one so piano and subdued , that had Rubini been his preceptor , Jim Crow's descending scale could not have been more rapid , or more ...
... ye'r tongue , or ye'll wauken the bairns ! " In a moment the loud and clamorous caw was changed to one so piano and subdued , that had Rubini been his preceptor , Jim Crow's descending scale could not have been more rapid , or more ...
Side 104
... ye'r feelins for a ' that , if I could help it ; but - sit a wee bit farther up - when the minister's rebukin ' ye , some folk might think it was my Jock he was spaken at — and he , pure innicent lad , is only on the stool for simple ...
... ye'r feelins for a ' that , if I could help it ; but - sit a wee bit farther up - when the minister's rebukin ' ye , some folk might think it was my Jock he was spaken at — and he , pure innicent lad , is only on the stool for simple ...
Side 110
... ye'r honour comin ' back . " And was this rude fissure in the rock once the bower of beauty ? Had the Border flower sate where I was sitting ? I saw her , in fancy , at “ the wee - bit table " which the old man had described . She was ...
... ye'r honour comin ' back . " And was this rude fissure in the rock once the bower of beauty ? Had the Border flower sate where I was sitting ? I saw her , in fancy , at “ the wee - bit table " which the old man had described . She was ...
Side 125
... ye'r own lives , and the Blessed Virgin , give them all they want ! Eight- and - thirty ! —every man a bolteeine in his fist , - and nothing to ate for thirty hours ! Och , if ye iver wish to see ye'r wives and families again -keep the ...
... ye'r own lives , and the Blessed Virgin , give them all they want ! Eight- and - thirty ! —every man a bolteeine in his fist , - and nothing to ate for thirty hours ! Och , if ye iver wish to see ye'r wives and families again -keep the ...
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abbey Æneas afterwards ancient angler appears APPENDIX arms army Arrah auld bank battle beautiful Berwick bird blessed boat bold Border Burnmouth called Captain castle chalders church cliff coast COLDINGHAM crowned cuttie-stool divil Doctor DUNBAR CASTLE Eildon hills English Eymouth fair fancy Farne Farne Islands fatal feet fish gallant gate gentleman ground head Highland hills Holy Island honest honour horse hour hundred Hutton Ireland Irish Jedburgh Jim Crow Kelso king lady laird land landlord leister Lindisfarn Loch Loch Awe Loch Etive Loch Goil Loch Lochy lonely look Lord Melrose ment miles monks morning mountain murder never night passed picturesque river road rock rocky romantic ruins saint salmon scene Scotland Scots Scott Scottish secure side skuas SMAILHOLME TOWER stone stream tower town trouts Tweed village Weel Whitadder wild ye'r
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Side 47 - Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell. No thought was there of dastard flight ; Linked in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like knight, As fearlessly and well ; Till utter darkness closed her wing O'er their thin host and wounded king.
Side 146 - Lylliard lies under this stane, Little was her stature, but great was her fame ; Upon the English louns she laid mony thumps, And when her legs were cutted off, she fought upon her stumps.
Side 166 - Remains on that board impress'd ; And for evermore that lady wore A covering on her wrist. There is a nun in Dryburgh bower, Ne'er looks upon the sun ; There is a monk in Melrose tower, He speaketh word to none. That nun, who ne'er beholds the day, l That monk, who speaks to none — That nun was Smaylho'me's Lady gay, That monk the bold Baron. 1 The circumstance of the nun, " who never saw the day,
Side 47 - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep To break the Scottish circle deep, That fought around their King. But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, 10 Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spearmen still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell.
Side 46 - Above the brightening cloud appears; And in the smoke the pennons flew, As in the storm the white sea-mew. Then marked they, dashing broad and far, The broken billows of the war, And plumed crests of chieftains brave, Floating like foam upon the wave; But...
Side 133 - Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love.
Side 328 - ... straight afore them, and their followers in that order so hard at their backs, laying their pikes over their foregoers' shoulders, that, if they do assail undiscovered, no force can well withstand them.
Side 328 - Scotland in forming that impenetrable phalanx of spears, whereof, it is said, by an English historian, that, " sooner shall a bare finger pierce through the skin of an angry hedgehog, than any one encounter the brunt of their pikes.
Side 96 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.
Side 334 - Every part of the picture was faithfully designed after the description given her by the valet de chambre who attended him, to whom his master related all the circumstances. This man assured lady Lyttelton, that on the night indicated, lord Lyttelton, who, notwithstanding his endeavours to surmount the impression, had suffered under great depression of spirits during the three preceding days, retired to bed before twelve o'clock. Having ordered the valet to mix him some rhubarb, he sat up in the...