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Page 123
That wear gowd on your hair , And an ill deid may ye die , To come or gae by
Carterhaugh , Father iny bairn on whom I will , For young Tamlane is there . I'll
father nane on thee . " ** There's nane that gaes by Carterhaugh , Out then spak
her ...
That wear gowd on your hair , And an ill deid may ye die , To come or gae by
Carterhaugh , Father iny bairn on whom I will , For young Tamlane is there . I'll
father nane on thee . " ** There's nane that gaes by Carterhaugh , Out then spak
her ...
Page 137
But if I strike at my auld father , I think ' twald be a mortal sin . ... He took his sword
under his arm , And he walk'd his father's close about . He has pitch'd his ... Sae
my father's blessing I'll never earn , Till he see how my arm can guard my head .
But if I strike at my auld father , I think ' twald be a mortal sin . ... He took his sword
under his arm , And he walk'd his father's close about . He has pitch'd his ... Sae
my father's blessing I'll never earn , Till he see how my arm can guard my head .
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Thy thoughts are The unshrouded spectres of the murder'd dead ; t wandering .
Or the avenging Angel , with his sword , FLORA . Waving destruction ; or the
grisly phantom They're with my father . Broad upon the lake Of thai fell Chief , the
doer ...
Thy thoughts are The unshrouded spectres of the murder'd dead ; t wandering .
Or the avenging Angel , with his sword , FLORA . Waving destruction ; or the
grisly phantom They're with my father . Broad upon the lake Of thai fell Chief , the
doer ...
Page 740
There burst the bubble - down fell house of cards , Thy father chose a wife of
peasant blood ? Or did you mean ... And no one heed me - Yet I'll waste a word
Your father's fortunes were but bent , not broken , Of counsel on my betters . -
Kind my ...
There burst the bubble - down fell house of cards , Thy father chose a wife of
peasant blood ? Or did you mean ... And no one heed me - Yet I'll waste a word
Your father's fortunes were but bent , not broken , Of counsel on my betters . -
Kind my ...
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I have fallin in the lakeFather never started hair , Help , father , for Beelzebub's
sake . Shaved too close , or left too bareGULLCRAMMER . Father's razor slips as
glib As from courtly tonguo a fib . The imp is drown'd , -a strange death for a devil
...
I have fallin in the lakeFather never started hair , Help , father , for Beelzebub's
sake . Shaved too close , or left too bareGULLCRAMMER . Father's razor slips as
glib As from courtly tonguo a fib . The imp is drown'd , -a strange death for a devil
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Page 165 - There lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them oer the sea. They hadna been a week from her, « A week but barely ane, When word came to the carline wife That her three sons were gane.
Page 141 - O that I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; Out of my bed she bids me rise, Says,
Page 195 - O no, O no, Thomas," she said, That name does not belang to me ; I am but the queen of fair Elfland, That am hither come to visit thee.
Page 46 - Now, ever alake ! my master dear, I fear a deadly storm ! " I saw the new moon late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm ; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm.
Page 166 - Blow up the fire, my maidens! Bring water from the well! For a' my house shall feast this night, Since my three sons are well.
Page 325 - When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave, Then go— but go alone the while — Then view St. David's ruined pile ; And, home' returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair ! II.
Page 46 - To take the helm in hand, Till you go up to the tall topmast, But I fear you'll ne'er spy land.
Page 329 - Tis said, as through the aisles they pass'd, They heard strange noises on the blast ; And through the cloister-galleries small, Which at mid-height thread the chancel wall Loud sobs, and laughter louder, ran, And voices unlike the voice of man; As if the fiends kept holiday, Because these spells were brought to day. I cannot tell how the truth may be : I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
Page 347 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
Page 325 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
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| Title | The Complete Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Biography, and His Last Additions and Illustrations, Volume 1 The Complete Works of Sir Walter Scott: With a Biography, and His Last Additions and Illustrations, Walter Scott |
| Author | Walter Scott |
| Publisher | Conner & Cooke, 1833 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 7 Nov 2006 |
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