Chronicles of the Canongate;: The Highland widow. The two droversCadell and Company, Edinburgh; and Simpkin and Marshall, London., 1827 |
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Seite 57 - What's property ? dear Swift ! you see it alter From you to me, from me to Peter Walter; Or, in a mortgage, prove a lawyer's share; Or, in a jointure, vanish from the heir...
Seite 302 - Prutt trutt,' answered Robin Oig, 'that will never do neither - it would be next thing to running the country. For shame, Muhme give me the dirk. You cannot tell by the colour the difference betwixt the blood of a black bullock and a white one, and you speak of knowing Saxon from Gaelic blood. All men have their blood from Adam, Muhme. Give me my skene-dhu, and let me go on my road. I should have been halfway to Stirling Brig by this time. Give me my dirk, and let me go.' 'Never will I give it to...
Seite 107 - LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither end Than just a kind memento ; But how the subject theme may gang, Let time and chance determine ; Perhaps, it may turn out a sang, Perhaps, turn out a sermon.
Seite 325 - No, no — no law, no lawyer! a bellyful and be friends," was echoed by the bystanders. "But," continued Robin, "if I am to fight, I have no skill to fight like a jackanapes, with hands and nails.
Seite 146 - It moaned as near, as near can be, But what it is she cannot tell. On the other side it seems to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree.
Seite 337 - I will stand up with all my heart, Robin, my boy, but it shall be to shake hands with you, and drink down all unkindness. It is not the fault of your heart, man, that you don't know how to clench your hands.
Seite 156 - Had you but seen these roads before they were made, You would hold up your hands, and bless General Wade.