Nether Lochaber: The Natural History, Legends, and Folk-lore of the West HighlandW. Paterson, 1883 - 417 páginas |
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... lines , there is as pretty a posy of wild - flowers as you could wish to see , consisting of daisies , primroses , and other modest beauties , the " firstlings of the year , " culled from bank and brae at a date when in ordinary seasons ...
... lines , there is as pretty a posy of wild - flowers as you could wish to see , consisting of daisies , primroses , and other modest beauties , the " firstlings of the year , " culled from bank and brae at a date when in ordinary seasons ...
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... line in italics , and ponder its exquisite tenderness . How it must have irradiated , like a sudden flood of sunshine over a ... lines of the Ancient Mariner : - PRIMROSES AND DAISIES . " Farewell , farewell , but 2 NETHER LOCHABER .
... line in italics , and ponder its exquisite tenderness . How it must have irradiated , like a sudden flood of sunshine over a ... lines of the Ancient Mariner : - PRIMROSES AND DAISIES . " Farewell , farewell , but 2 NETHER LOCHABER .
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... lines verbatim et literatim , precisely as they stand in the MS . , only omitting two lines that are partly illegible from their falling into the sharp foldings of the sheet . The sense and tenor of these lines , however , we have ...
... lines verbatim et literatim , precisely as they stand in the MS . , only omitting two lines that are partly illegible from their falling into the sharp foldings of the sheet . The sense and tenor of these lines , however , we have ...
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... lines was probably born about the year 1700 , or perhaps ten or twenty years earlier , for we find that he died a man well advanced in years in 1760. In the Scots Magazine of that year there is the following notice of Mr Macleod's death ...
... lines was probably born about the year 1700 , or perhaps ten or twenty years earlier , for we find that he died a man well advanced in years in 1760. In the Scots Magazine of that year there is the following notice of Mr Macleod's death ...
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... lines , that he was himself perhaps unconscious of in the ribald mood of the moment , when , alluding to the statuary's art , he exclaimed- " I've seen much finer women , ripe and real , Than all the nonsense of their stone ideal . " No ...
... lines , that he was himself perhaps unconscious of in the ribald mood of the moment , when , alluding to the statuary's art , he exclaimed- " I've seen much finer women , ripe and real , Than all the nonsense of their stone ideal . " No ...
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Términos y frases comunes
admirably amongst animal Appin Ardgour autumn Ballachulish beautiful believe Ben Nevis bird bright called Castle Stalker cave chaffinch CHAPTER cold colour common curious days ago delight district eating eggs evil fact fairy favourite fieldfare Fingalian fish flowers frequently Gaelic glen Glen Nevis Glenevis green hand hazel head heard Hebrides hedgehog hour interesting known labours land least less lively Loch Loch Leven Loch Linnhe Lochaber axe look matter mole moon morning Mortimer Collins mountain neighbourhood neighbouring nest Nether Lochaber never night observed occasion once otter ourselves Outer Hebrides perhaps plant poet potato present probably proper rain rare raven reader recollect round Scotland season seemed seen shores singing song specimen spot spotted crake storm summer superstition thing thistle truth watch water-vole weather West Highlands wild wild-birds wind wing winter wonder
Pasajes populares
Página 288 - Pope. Friend to my life, (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove?
Página 128 - My beloved spake, and said unto me, rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away ; for lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone : the flowers appear on the earth ; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Página 80 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Página 81 - When forced the fair nymph to forego. What anguish I felt at my heart: Yet I thought — but it might not be so — Twas with pain that she saw me depart. She gazed as I slowly withdrew, My path I could hardly discern; So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
Página 66 - And now, my race of terror run, Mine be the eve of tropic Sun ! No pale gradations quench his ray, No twilight dews his wrath allay ; With disk like battle-target red, He rushes to his burning bed, Dyes the wide wave with bloody light, Then sinks at once — and all is night.
Página 88 - Holland fleet, who, tired and done, Stretch'd on their decks like weary oxen lie : Faint sweats all down their mighty members run ; Vast bulks which little souls but ill supply. In dreams they fearful precipices tread : Or, shipwreck'd, labour to some distant shore : Or in dark churches walk among the dead ; They wake with horror, and dare sleep no more.
Página 55 - I'll place the lily there; The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air, And a' to be a Posie to my ain dear May. The hawthorn I will pu', wi...
Página 196 - E'en then a wish (I mind its power) A wish, that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or book could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Página 408 - Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note.
Página 230 - Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound. All at her work the village maiden sings; Nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around, Revolves the sad vicissitude of things.