The sun had opened golden yellow From his case, Though still the sky wore dark and drumly A scarr'd and frowning face ; Then troubled, tawny, dense, dun-bellied, Scowling and sea-blue ; Every dye that's in the tartan O'er it grew. Far away to the wild... Transactions - Side 89af Inverness Gaelic Society - 1873Fuld visning - Om denne bog
| Robert Williams Buchanan - 1871 - 298 sider
...tawny, dense, dun-bellied, Scowling and sea- blue ; Every dye that's in the tartan O'er it grew. Par away to the wild westward Grim it lowered, Where rain-charg'd...clouds on thick squalls wandering Loomed and towered."* With a grim shake of the head, Hamish got out spirit-lamp, kitchener, &c., and proceeded to make breakfast.... | |
| Robert Williams Buchanan - 1883 - 392 sider
...preamble, he jumped up, rubbed his hands through his matted hair, and surveyed the scene about him. ' The sun had opened golden yellow From his case, Though...clouds on thick squalls wandering Loomed and towered.'* With a grim shake of the head, Hamish got out spirit-lamp, kitchener, etc., and proceeded to make breakfast.... | |
| Robert Williams Buchanan - 1883 - 380 sider
...preamble, he jumped up, rubbed his hands through his matted hair, and surveyed the scene about him. ' The sun had opened golden yellow •From his case,...troubled, tawny, dense, dun-bellied, Scowling and sea -blue ; Every dye that's in the tartan O'er it grew. Far away to the wild westward Grim it lowered,... | |
| Elizabeth Amelia Sharp, J. Matthay - 1924 - 520 sider
...true love is drowned Fathoms down in the depths of the sea I The Manning of the Birlinn. The Sailing. The sun had opened golden yellow, From his case, Though...Far away to the wild westward Grim it lowered, Where rain-charged clouds on thick squalls wandering Loomed and towered. Up they raised the speckled sails... | |
| Elizabeth Amelia Sharp, J. Matthay - 1924 - 520 sider
...is drowned Fathoms down in the depths of the sea 1 The Manning of the Birlinn. The Sailing. The son had opened golden yellow, From his case, Though still...Far away to the wild westward Grim it lowered, Where rain-charged clouds on thick squalls wandering Loomed and towered. Up they raised the speckled sails... | |
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