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Pagina 5
... Macbean was carrying me to the rear , he was wounded ; and our army advancing on the enemy's ground , I was , with Mac- bean , left on the field of battle . The French army , in their circuitous retreat , came in the direction of the ...
... Macbean was carrying me to the rear , he was wounded ; and our army advancing on the enemy's ground , I was , with Mac- bean , left on the field of battle . The French army , in their circuitous retreat , came in the direction of the ...
Pagina 6
... Macbean with me to Lon- don , but I shall come myself to Scot- land , and from Glasgow I intend to pass through Paisley and Kilwinning to the Largs , and thence to Bute . " Give my compliments to my uncle and cousins , and the minister ...
... Macbean with me to Lon- don , but I shall come myself to Scot- land , and from Glasgow I intend to pass through Paisley and Kilwinning to the Largs , and thence to Bute . " Give my compliments to my uncle and cousins , and the minister ...
Pagina 11
... Macbean arrived safe- ly at Liverpool , and when they had got on their journey within a few miles of the Largs , from the road they took , it was not possible to ride with safety over a hill they must cross . St. Clyde employed a person ...
... Macbean arrived safe- ly at Liverpool , and when they had got on their journey within a few miles of the Largs , from the road they took , it was not possible to ride with safety over a hill they must cross . St. Clyde employed a person ...
Pagina 13
... Macbean wrested one of the pistols out of his left hand , and levelled a blow at the miscreant's head with the butt end of it . The fellow dived his head like a wild duck , and escaped the blow ; but before the sergeant could recover ...
... Macbean wrested one of the pistols out of his left hand , and levelled a blow at the miscreant's head with the butt end of it . The fellow dived his head like a wild duck , and escaped the blow ; but before the sergeant could recover ...
Pagina 14
... Macbean encountered , seeing his com- panion run , darted with his dirk upon Colin , and the lounge he made might have been fatal , had not Macbean hit the fellow with his stick over the legs , and broke the plunge he was making . This ...
... Macbean encountered , seeing his com- panion run , darted with his dirk upon Colin , and the lounge he made might have been fatal , had not Macbean hit the fellow with his stick over the legs , and broke the plunge he was making . This ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 82 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Pagina 118 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Pagina 218 - Thus we may see, quoth he, how the world wags : ' Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine; And after one hour more, 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
Pagina 67 - STRANGER ! if e'er thine ardent step hath traced The northern realms of ancient Caledon, Where the proud Queen of Wilderness hath placed By lake and cataract her lonely throne...
Pagina 80 - By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed, By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned, By strangers honoured and by strangers mourned...
Pagina 35 - But — doubt not aught from mine array. Thou art my guest ; I pledged my word As far as Coilantogle Ford ; Nor would I call a clansman's brand For aid against one valiant hand, Though on our strife lay every vale Rent by the Saxon from the Gael. So move we on ; I only meant To show the reed on which you leant, Deeming this path you might pursue Without a pass from Roderick Dhu.
Pagina 11 - Merciful heaven! What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Pagina 222 - This receptive faculty, for power it cannot be called, is neither voluntary nor constant. The appearances have no dependence upon choice ; they cannot be summoned, detained, or recalled. The impression is sudden, and the effect often painful.
Pagina 114 - Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banished peace, thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renowned, Lie slaughtered on their native ground; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar...