The Life of Mansie Wauch: Tailor in DalkeithW. Blackwood and sons, 1868 - 236 páginas |
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... matter , and to which we would solicit the attention of old and young , rich and poor , is just this , that , unless unco doure indeed to learn , the inexperienced may gleam from my pages sundry grand lessons , concern- ing what they ...
... matter , and to which we would solicit the attention of old and young , rich and poor , is just this , that , unless unco doure indeed to learn , the inexperienced may gleam from my pages sundry grand lessons , concern- ing what they ...
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... matters take hold of one's me- mory . He was a straught , tall , old man , with a shining bell- pow , and reverend white locks hanging down about his haffets ; a Roman nose , and two cheeks blooming through the winter of his long age ...
... matters take hold of one's me- mory . He was a straught , tall , old man , with a shining bell- pow , and reverend white locks hanging down about his haffets ; a Roman nose , and two cheeks blooming through the winter of his long age ...
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... matter , that had made a most tremendous sum of money , either by foul or fair means , among the blacks in the East Indies , had returned , before he died , to lay his bones at home , as yellow as a Limerick glove , and as rich as Dives ...
... matter , that had made a most tremendous sum of money , either by foul or fair means , among the blacks in the East Indies , had returned , before he died , to lay his bones at home , as yellow as a Limerick glove , and as rich as Dives ...
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... matter , for which they were sum- moned together by the town - officer - and which was about the mending of the old bell - rope — was discussed by any of them . So after a sowd of toddy was swallowed , with the hopes of making them ...
... matter , for which they were sum- moned together by the town - officer - and which was about the mending of the old bell - rope — was discussed by any of them . So after a sowd of toddy was swallowed , with the hopes of making them ...
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... matters worse , it was wearing to the darkening . The floor was all covered with lappered blood , and sheep and calf skins . The calves and the sheep themselves , with their cuttit throats , and glazed een , and ghastly girning faces ...
... matters worse , it was wearing to the darkening . The floor was all covered with lappered blood , and sheep and calf skins . The calves and the sheep themselves , with their cuttit throats , and glazed een , and ghastly girning faces ...
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Página 192 - It's no in making muckle, mair : It's no in books, it's no in lear, To make us truly blest : If happiness hae not her seat And centre in the breast, We may be wise, or rich, or great, But never can be blest : Nae treasures, nor pleasures, Could make us happy lang; The heart ay's the part ay, That makes us right or wrang. Think ye, that sic as you and I, Wha drudge and drive thro...
Página 59 - Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing, Come from the glen of the buck and the roe; Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing, Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow.
Página 51 - But man dieth, and wasteth away : Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he? As the waters fail from the sea, And the flood decayeth and drieth up : So man lieth down, and riseth not. Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, Nor be raised out of their sleep.
Página 49 - Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces. How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me ; all are departed ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Página 59 - MARCH, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order ! March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale, All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border. Many a banner spread, Flutters above your head, Many a crest that is famous in story.
Página 55 - Weep not for her ! Her span was like the sky, Whose thousand stars shine beautiful and bright ; Like flowers, that know not what it is to die ; Like long-link'd, shadeless months of Polar light ; Like Music floating o'er a waveless lake, While Echo answers from the flowery brake : Weep not for her ! Weep not for her! She died in early youth, Ere Hope had lost its rich romantic hues ; When human bosoms...
Página 29 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Página 109 - Oh ! then there was glitter and fire in. each eye, For two living coals were the symbols ; His teeth were calcined, and his tongue was so dry, It rattled against them as though you should try To play the piano in thimbles.
Página 56 - The vista'd joys of Heaven's eternal year : Weep not for her ! Weep not for her ! — Her memory is the shrine Of pleasant thoughts, soft as the scent of flowers, Calm as on windless eve the sun's decline, Sweet as the song of birds among the bowers, Rich as a rainbow with its hues of light, Pure as the moonshine of an autumn night : Weep not for her...