 Yes ; there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born last week, that ye have turned out o' their bits o' bields, to sleep with the tod and the black-cock in the muirs ! Ride your ways, Ellangowan.  Guy Mannering, Or, The Astrologer - Side 124af Walter Scott - 1815 - 358 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Charles Alexander Young - 1907 - 156 sider
...not couch on the hearth-stane at Ellangowan. Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram — what do you glower after our folk for? There's thirty hearts there, that...their lifeblood ere ye had scratched your finger. Yes — there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born last week,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1910 - 644 sider
...does not couch on the hearthstane at Ellangowan. Hide your ways, Godfrey Bertram — what do ye glower after our folk for? There's thirty hearts there that...their life-blood ere ye had scratched your finger. Yes — there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born last week,... | |
 | William John Courthope - 1910 - 526 sider
...does not couch on the hearthstane at Ellangowan. Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram ; what do ye glower after our folk for ? There's thirty hearts there that...their life-blood ere ye had scratched your finger. Yes ; there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born last week,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1910 - 636 sider
...does not couch on the hearthstane at Ellangowan. Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram — what do ye glower after our folk for? There's thirty hearts there that...their life-blood ere ye had scratched your finger. Yes- — -there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born last week,... | |
 | George Saintsbury - 1912 - 518 sider
...the hearthstane | at Ellangowan. — Ride your ways, | Godfrey | Bertram — | what | do ye glower | after our folk | for ! — | There's thirty | hearts...had wanted | sunkets, | and spent | their life-blood I ere ye | had scratched | your finger. | Yes — | there's thirty | yonder, | from the auld wife |... | |
 | George Saintsbury - 1912 - 516 sider
...| Bertram — | what | do ye glower | after our folk | for ! — | There's thirty | hearts there j that wad hae wanted ' bread | ere ye | had wanted...| their life-blood | ere ye | had scratched | your ringer. | Yes — | there's thirty | yonder, | from the auld wife ! of a hundred | to the babe | that... | |
 | Francis Henry Pritchard - 1923 - 214 sider
...not couch on the hearthstane at Ellangowan. — Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram— what do ye glower after our folk for ? — There's thirty hearts there,...their life-blood ere ye had scratched your finger. Yes— there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born last week,... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1923 - 676 sider
...hearthstane at Ellangowan. Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram; what do ye glower after our folk for? There 's thirty hearts there that wad hae wanted bread ere...their life-blood ere ye had scratched your finger. Yes; there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born last week, that... | |
 | Francis Henry Pritchard - 1924 - 258 sider
...not couch on the hearthstane at Ellangowan. — Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram — what do ye glower after our folk for? — There's thirty hearts there,...their life-blood ere ye had scratched your finger. Yes — there's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born last week,... | |
 | Arthur Quiller-Couch - 1925 - 1262 sider
...Ellangowan. — Ride your ways, Godfrey Bertram — what do ye glower after our folk for ? — There 's thirty hearts there, that wad hae wanted bread ere...their life-blood ere ye had scratched your finger. Yes — there 's thirty yonder, from the auld wife of an hundred to the babe that was born last week,... | |
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