The Border Counties' Magazine, Bände 1-2T. Litster, 1880 |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
aboot Aird ancient Ancrum auld Berwickshire bird Black Adam bonnie Border Counties Border Land Brewster burgh caves church Craigenputtock dark David Brewster death doon door Dumfries Dumfriesshire Earlston Edinburgh Edward Irving English Ercildoune fair Faith father flower frae Galashiels granfaither grave hand Hawick heard heart heaven hill hope Hundalee Inchbonny Innerleithen James Jedburgh John Johnstone Kelso kind laird Leyden light Littledean looked Love Magazine mair Melrose never night o'er orber parish PETER MoRTON poem poet poetry readers rhyme Riddell Riddell's rose Roxburghshire Scotland Scottish seen Selkirk Sir Walter Scott smile song soul souter spirit stone sweet Thomas Aird Thomas Carlyle thou thought tion tower town trees Tweed verse village weel wife wild William winter young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 227 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Seite 33 - Universal History, the history of what man has accomplished in this world, is at bottom the History of the Great Men who have worked here.
Seite 227 - Ten of them were sheathed in steel, With belted sword, and spur on heel : They quitted not their harness bright, Neither by day, nor yet by night : They lay down to rest With corslet laced...
Seite 29 - O THE wrath of the Lord is a terrible thing! Like the tempest that withers the blossoms of spring, Like the thunder that bursts on the summer's domain, It fell on the head of the homicide Cain.
Seite 28 - MY love's like the steadfast sun, Or streams that deepen as they run ; Nor hoary hairs, nor forty years, Nor moments between sighs and tears, — Nor nights of thought, nor days of pain, Nor dreams of glory dreamed in vain, — Nor mirth, nor sweetest song which flows To sober joys and soften woes, Can make my heart or fancy flee One moment, my sweet wife, from thee...
Seite 104 - He aye sleeps next the wa', Bangs up an' cries, " I want a piece" — The rascal starts them a'. I rin an...
Seite 33 - He was tall and gaunt, with a cliff-like brow, selfpossessed, and holding his extraordinary powers of conversation in easy command ; clinging to his northern accent with evident relish ; full of lively anecdote, and with a streaming humour, which floated everything he looked upon.
Seite 272 - I knew a very wise man so much of Sir Christopher's sentiment, that he believed if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation.
Seite 104 - Your faither's comin' in." They never heed a word I speak. I try to gie a froon; But aye I hap them up, an' cry "Oh, bairnies, cuddle doon!" Wee Jamie wi' the curly heid — He aye sleeps next the wa' — Bangs up an' cries, "I want a piece