Within Sound of the Sea, Volum 1C. Kegan Paul & Company, 1879 |
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Alaistair asked Assynt boat Brechin Castle brother Butchart Captain Scott CHAPTER Christy Blake Church Clementina Clemmy cried crown 8vo daughter Doctor door Easterhaven Edinburgh Erastian eyes face Fairlie's farmer father fear Fisherton Ford's George gilt tops girl gone Gourock hand happy head hear heard heart HESBA STRETTON hope Hugh Ford Hugh's Hughie Kenneth Ford Kirkton knew Lerwick lived looked Lumgair Manse Marion Ford Melville Bay Miller mind minister Miss Esslemont Miss Ford mother Netherbyres never night pain PATERNOSTER SQUARE Peter Wilkie Peterhead poor Robbie Tosh Robert Fairlie Sandy Fraser Scottish ship sister sorrow stood sure tell thing thought to-day told Tom Skinner Turnbull turned Uncle James Upernavik vessel voice walked Walter Miller Watson Wedderhills whaling wife wish woman wonder young
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Side 90 - My apprehensions come in crowds ; I dread the rustling of the grass ; The very shadows of the clouds Have power to shake me as they pass ; I question things, and do not find One that will answer to my mind ; And all the world appears unkind.
Side 262 - O God of Bethel, by whose hand Thy people still are fed, Who through this weary pilgrimage Hast all our fathers led, 2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before Thy throne of grace; God of our fathers, be the God Of their succeeding race.
Side 30 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Side 90 - THE AFFLICTION OF MARGARET. Where art thou, my beloved Son, Where art thou, worse to me than dead ? Oh find me, prosperous or undone...
Side 152 - I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee: Or did Misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'. " Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae black and bare, sae black and bare, The desert were a paradise, If thou wert there, if thou wert there : Or were I monarch o' the globe, Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, The brightest jewel in my crown Wad be my queen, wad be my queen.
Side 292 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I: And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a
Side 42 - Or scorching suns too violently beat. * Nor is the profit small the peasant makes, Who smooths with harrows, or who pounds with rakes, The crumbling clods...
Side 42 - The sire of gods and men, with hard decrees, Forbids our plenty to be bought with ease, And wills that mortal men, inur'd to toil, Should exercise, with pains, the grudging soil.