The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volumul 28Joseph Rogerson |
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Pagina 2
... heard a wee bairne's voice , saying- " Witch wife ! Witch wife ! Through whom I have lint my life , Come away at my call From your bridegroom and all ; Nor the kirk nor the friend Your ill hap now can mend ; And the grave shanna be Ony ...
... heard a wee bairne's voice , saying- " Witch wife ! Witch wife ! Through whom I have lint my life , Come away at my call From your bridegroom and all ; Nor the kirk nor the friend Your ill hap now can mend ; And the grave shanna be Ony ...
Pagina 3
... heard him talk rationally , if you can call any man rational whose wisest talk is of ghosts , and spectres , and hobgoblins ! warm negus - and now for my tale , or rather Charles Macdonald's : In the days of chivalry and romance , when ...
... heard him talk rationally , if you can call any man rational whose wisest talk is of ghosts , and spectres , and hobgoblins ! warm negus - and now for my tale , or rather Charles Macdonald's : In the days of chivalry and romance , when ...
Pagina 4
... heard the little postern gate at the back of the castle swinging on its rusty hinges ; and so she leaped from her bed ( I give that dignified appellation to the heap of heather - tops on which she lay ) , and ran to look out upon the ...
... heard the little postern gate at the back of the castle swinging on its rusty hinges ; and so she leaped from her bed ( I give that dignified appellation to the heap of heather - tops on which she lay ) , and ran to look out upon the ...
Pagina 5
... heard ; but all heard his merry laughter , and his reply- " Angel or devil , my pretty bride , I will win you from them all ! Though the boldest should claim you from the priest , you shall be mine . " So the Lady of Tongue , shamed and ...
... heard ; but all heard his merry laughter , and his reply- " Angel or devil , my pretty bride , I will win you from them all ! Though the boldest should claim you from the priest , you shall be mine . " So the Lady of Tongue , shamed and ...
Pagina 7
... heard your recollection of his words . " " They were more interesting than his looks , " said Hannah , laughing . " It is a sad story , " said Ella , musingly , " and yet it is true . The love of anything higher and more spiritual than ...
... heard your recollection of his words . " " They were more interesting than his looks , " said Hannah , laughing . " It is a sad story , " said Ella , musingly , " and yet it is true . The love of anything higher and more spiritual than ...
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Pagina 118 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man...
Pagina 254 - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white; And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light : They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Pagina 202 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Pagina 190 - The Cypress and her spire; —Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam Cover a hundred leagues, and seem To set the hills on fire. The Youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds.
Pagina 137 - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass in the green field.
Pagina 190 - Her father took another mate ; And Ruth, not seven years old, A slighted child, at her own will Went wandering over dale and hill, In thoughtless freedom, bold.
Pagina 190 - He was a lovely youth ! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he ; And, when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay Upon the tropic sea.
Pagina 18 - The latter part of his life cannot be remembered but with pity and sadness. He languished some years under that depression of mind which enchains the faculties without destroying them, and leaves reason the knowledge of right without the power of pursuing it.
Pagina 254 - I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break; But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay, For I'm to be Queen o...
Pagina 136 - I COME, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.