Spirit of Chambers's Journal: Original Tales, Essays and Sketches, Selected from that WorkW. &. R. Chambers, 1835 - 319 sider |
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... hear from your son Wil- liam ? And how is John getting on now ? " 66 Oh , sir , " answers the widow , " William's still with the army in Holland ; but I heard frae him lately , and , thank heaven , he keeps his health . John has been in ...
... hear from your son Wil- liam ? And how is John getting on now ? " 66 Oh , sir , " answers the widow , " William's still with the army in Holland ; but I heard frae him lately , and , thank heaven , he keeps his health . John has been in ...
Side 14
... excellent crop of beare behind the house , Mrs Simpson , " Or , " Mrs H. of 66 66 Gout - Fr . taste . 66 This word , we suspect , is beyond even Dr Jamieson . C. has had a son lately , I hear . 14 SPIRIT OF CHAMBERS'S JOURNAL .
... excellent crop of beare behind the house , Mrs Simpson , " Or , " Mrs H. of 66 66 Gout - Fr . taste . 66 This word , we suspect , is beyond even Dr Jamieson . C. has had a son lately , I hear . 14 SPIRIT OF CHAMBERS'S JOURNAL .
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... hear . " Or whatever else . The object is to keep up an apparently interested talk , or what Haggart would have styled gammon , for the landlady , till they are fully gratified with liquor . Afterwards they stroll back to town in a cool ...
... hear . " Or whatever else . The object is to keep up an apparently interested talk , or what Haggart would have styled gammon , for the landlady , till they are fully gratified with liquor . Afterwards they stroll back to town in a cool ...
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... hear he was so good a son . Margaret fixed upon me her keen eyes , which sparkled with delight . Ay , " she said ; " is not my Willie a gal- lant youth ? —he is six feet high , and not out twenty years of age yet . He may match ony ...
... hear he was so good a son . Margaret fixed upon me her keen eyes , which sparkled with delight . Ay , " she said ; " is not my Willie a gal- lant youth ? —he is six feet high , and not out twenty years of age yet . He may match ony ...
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... hear the entreaties made use of by her neigh- bours to keep her from this practice , till at length they de- sisted from the attempt . Whenever nightfall came to hide her from the eyes of the passers - by , she took her lonely and ...
... hear the entreaties made use of by her neigh- bours to keep her from this practice , till at length they de- sisted from the attempt . Whenever nightfall came to hide her from the eyes of the passers - by , she took her lonely and ...
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Side 59 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Side 59 - O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly : And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.
Side 62 - Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget ! — Can I forget the hallow'd grove Where by the winding Ayr we met To live one day of parting love...
Side 62 - I forget the hallowed grove where by the winding Ayr we met, to live one day of parting love! Eternity will not efface those records dear of transports past; thy image at our last embrace — ah! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, o'erhung with wild woods...
Side 58 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O
Side 62 - THOU lingering star, with less'ning ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest! Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Side 62 - Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary ! dear, departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest?
Side 62 - O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green, The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene. The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day...
Side 61 - To Mary in Heaven. This celebrated poem was, it is on all hands admitted, composed by Burns in September, 1789, on the anniversary of the day on which he heard of the death of his early love, Mary Campbell; but Mr.
Side 59 - The lovers stood on each side of a small purling brook; they laved their hands in its limpid stream, and, holding a bible between them, pronounced their vows to be faithful to each other. They parted — never to meet again...