My heart's in the Highlands, by the author of 'The nut-brown maids'.Parker, Son, and Bourn, West Strand, 1861 - 434 sider |
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Side 70
... wish to please me ? Why am I not pleased with trifles , when the best of us are doomed to pass great part of our lives in a manner which our own reflections must call trifling ? But then I should like to trifle in my own way . ' ' Shake ...
... wish to please me ? Why am I not pleased with trifles , when the best of us are doomed to pass great part of our lives in a manner which our own reflections must call trifling ? But then I should like to trifle in my own way . ' ' Shake ...
Side 90
... wishes secretly displeased and dis- gusted by their rhapsodies . Anne's mind resembled the genius of Sir Joshua ; a sweet , thoughtful common sense and an exquisite propriety were among its marked attributes . All at once the girls were ...
... wishes secretly displeased and dis- gusted by their rhapsodies . Anne's mind resembled the genius of Sir Joshua ; a sweet , thoughtful common sense and an exquisite propriety were among its marked attributes . All at once the girls were ...
Side 121
... wish him good evening summarily , how- ever reluctant to have lost the gain that had been won , however hard to have reached the throne and not be permitted to sit fairly down on it . It was a simple enough matter while daylight lasted ...
... wish him good evening summarily , how- ever reluctant to have lost the gain that had been won , however hard to have reached the throne and not be permitted to sit fairly down on it . It was a simple enough matter while daylight lasted ...
Side 156
... wish we were all as rational . Yet , no , John Dunglas , I would rather taste the full flow of soul once in a while , though it should embitter the rest of my exist- ence , and so , I think , would you . However , to go back to Miss ...
... wish we were all as rational . Yet , no , John Dunglas , I would rather taste the full flow of soul once in a while , though it should embitter the rest of my exist- ence , and so , I think , would you . However , to go back to Miss ...
Side 166
... can't come with me there for this reason , that you are John Dunglas and I am only young Nancy Robert- son of Croclune . Do you wish with all your soul that you were a younger son like Dugald Macintosh ? 166 MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS .
... can't come with me there for this reason , that you are John Dunglas and I am only young Nancy Robert- son of Croclune . Do you wish with all your soul that you were a younger son like Dugald Macintosh ? 166 MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS .
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My Heart's in the Highlands, by the Author of 'The Nut-Brown Maids' Henrietta Keddie Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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Anne's Annie believe Ben Falloch better Captain Robertson Charlie Choillean Cormac Macgregor Country cousin cried Croclune dance dark daughter dear Dunglas's eyes Fabian house face Falloch father Flora Robertson Flory friends girl glad Glen Aldour grey half hand head hear heart heather Highland hills honour horse Inverluig John Dun John Dunglas lady Laird lass laugh lived loch look low country Macdonnels of Aldour Mackie madam Malcolm Mary Aldour Mary's ment mind Minnie Miss Anne Macdonald Miss Macdonnel Miss Ussie mistress mother mountains Nancy Robert Nancy Robertson neighbours ness never Niel night Octavo old Dunglas peat Pitfadden plaid poor racter ralia render Roderick Finralia Rory round Schoolhouse spirit Spout Bahn stood strong sweet tacksman Tannach tell thing thought walk wife wild woman women wonder young Dunglas
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Side 105 - Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet, With charm* of earliest birds; pleasant the Sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient* beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile Earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming-on Of grateful Evening mild...
Side 430 - Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge, What hope to save the town ? ' Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate : 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
Side 88 - She bestows her year's wages at next fair; and in choosing her garments, counts no bravery in the world like decency. The garden and beehive are all her physic and chirurgery, and she lives the longer for it.
Side 105 - With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night, With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Side 105 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower...
Side 12 - Bright are the chiefs of battle, in the armor of their fathers. Gloomy and dark their heroes follow, like the gathering of the rainy clouds behind the red meteors of heaven. The sounds of crashing arms ascend.
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Side 88 - Never was any of her sex born with better gifts of the mind, or who more improved them by reading and conversation. Yet her memory was not of the best, and was impaired in the latter years of her life. But I cannot call to mind that I ever once heard her make a wrong judgment of persons, books, or affairs.
Side 6 - He wore a pair of brogues, Tartan hose which came up only near to his knees, and left them bare, a purple camblet kilt, a black waistcoat, a short green cloth coat bound with gold cord, a yellowish bushy wig, a large blue bonnet with a gold thread button.