Reminiscences of Old Edinburgh, Հատոր 2

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Էջ 10 - And Jesus said unto them, See ye not all these things? verily I say unto you, There shall not be left here one stone upon another, that shall not be thrown down.
Էջ 57 - Love did lichtly me. O waly waly, but love be bonny A little time while it is new ; But when 'tis auld, it waxeth cauld And fades awa
Էջ 57 - WALY. 0 waly waly up the bank, And waly waly down the brae, And waly waly yon burn-side Where I and my Love wont to gae!
Էջ 57 - tis auld, it waxeth cauld And fades awa' like morning dew. O wherefore should I busk my head? Or wherefore should I kame my hair? For my true Love has me forsook, And says he'll never loe me mair.
Էջ 58 - Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry, But my love's heart grown cauld to me. When we came in by Glasgow town, We were a comely sight to see; My love was clad in the black velvet, And I mysel
Էջ 140 - I had been busy with the supposed evidences of pre-Celtic races, as shown in certain strange types of head found in bog and barrow; and had experienced the utmost difficulty in obtaining the needful materials for any adequate test of the theory, set forth before the end of that year in one of the sections of the British Association as an "Inquiry into the evidence of the existence of Primitive Races in Scotland prior to the Celtae.
Էջ 149 - Oh, why left I my hame? Why did I cross the deep ? Oh, why left I the land where my forefathers sleep ? I sigh for Scotia's shore, and I gaze across the sea, But I canna get a blink o
Էջ 91 - I dinna ken muckle about the law,' answered Mrs. Howden; 'but I ken, when we had a king, and a chancellor, and parliamentmen o' our ain, we could aye peeble them wi' stanes when they werena gude bairns — But naebody's nails can reach the length o
Էջ 113 - WHEN factious rage to cruel exile drove The queen of beauty, and the court of love, The Muses droop'd, with their forsaken arts, And the sad Cupids broke their useless darts : Our fruitful plains to wilds and deserts turn'd, Like Eden's face, when banish'd man it mourn'd.
Էջ 127 - DOUGLAS follow' d thro' the bloody strife ; Hosts have been known at that dread name to yield, And, DOUGLAS dead, his name hath won the field. Listen attentive to the various tale, Mark if the author's kindred feelings fail ; Sway'd by alternate hopes, alternate fears, He waits the test of your congenial tears. If they shall flow, back to the Muse he flies, And bids your heroes in succession rise : Collects the wand'ring warriors as they roam, DOUGLAS assures them of a welcome-home.

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