Donean Tourist: Giving an Account of the Battles, Castles, Gentlemen's Seats, Families with Their Origin, Armorial Ensigns ... with Anecdotes ... BalladsJ. Booth, 1828 - 475 Seiten |
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... King of France , when prisoner in England along with David , King of Scotland . Edward III . of Eng- land coming to visit the royal prisoners , ordered his cup- bearer to fill a glass of wine , and give it to the most worthy : he gave ...
... King of France , when prisoner in England along with David , King of Scotland . Edward III . of Eng- land coming to visit the royal prisoners , ordered his cup- bearer to fill a glass of wine , and give it to the most worthy : he gave ...
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... King , when they reared the pile , and hoisted on the summit a flag of tartan , Forbes ' colours , when the bumper took another circle , and they marched to Skellater House , where a sumptuous collation was prepared , when song and ...
... King , when they reared the pile , and hoisted on the summit a flag of tartan , Forbes ' colours , when the bumper took another circle , and they marched to Skellater House , where a sumptuous collation was prepared , when song and ...
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... King's licence , might exceed in martial accompaniments , and adorn themselves with fur and silk , but in general it was ordained that all soldiers , of whatever - station , should avoid gaudiness and ornament , and array themselves in ...
... King's licence , might exceed in martial accompaniments , and adorn themselves with fur and silk , but in general it was ordained that all soldiers , of whatever - station , should avoid gaudiness and ornament , and array themselves in ...
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... King's Majestie , to all ordure of chivalrie , and to the noble office of arms . 3. Ye sall fortifie and defend justice at your power , and that without fear or favour to any partie . 4. Ye sall never flie from your soverane Lord the King's ...
... King's Majestie , to all ordure of chivalrie , and to the noble office of arms . 3. Ye sall fortifie and defend justice at your power , and that without fear or favour to any partie . 4. Ye sall never flie from your soverane Lord the King's ...
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... King of Scotland , ( by whose valour and good fortune the Picts were entirely reduced ) , whom we find , in ancient records , honoured with the titles of Prince of the Blood , one of the King's generals , and well beloved friend , who ...
... King of Scotland , ( by whose valour and good fortune the Picts were entirely reduced ) , whom we find , in ancient records , honoured with the titles of Prince of the Blood , one of the King's generals , and well beloved friend , who ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abbey Aberdeen Alexander ancient Andrew argent arms army azure Baliol Baron battle Bishop Bishop of Aberdeen Bishop of Dunkeld Bishop of Ross brother Bruce called castle chalders Charles charter church Crest.-A crown daugh daughter of John David death died Douglas Douglas Peerage Duke Duncan Earl of Fife Earl of Mar Edinburgh Edward Elizabeth Elphinstone England English erected Erskine father feet Forbes family Garioch George George Leith Glenkindy Gordon granted gules hand heir Henry Highland hill honour Horn horse Huntly James John Forbes Kildrummy Kildrummy castle King Knights Lady lands Leith Leith Hall Lord Lumsden Majesty Malcolm March married Jane Mary monarch Moray o'er Order of St parish Patrick Prince prisoners Queen reign Robert round royal sable Scotland Scots Scottish Seal seat Sir William spouse sterling stone Strathdon Stuart succeeded sword thee Thomas thou Towie William Forbes
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 113 - Let vanity adorn the marble tomb With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons of renown, In the deep dungeon of some Gothic dome, Where night and desolation ever frown. Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrewn, Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave; And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave.
Seite 470 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, . Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Seite 17 - Moored in the rifted rock, Proof to the tempest's shock, Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow; Menteith and Breadalbane, then, Echo his praise agen, Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!
Seite 473 - He thought about himself, and the whole earth, Of man the wonderful, and of the stars, And how the deuce they ever could have birth; And then he thought of earthquakes, and of wars, How many miles the moon might have in girth, Of air-balloons, and of the many bars To perfect knowledge of the boundless skies ; And then he thought of Donna Julia's eyes.
Seite 18 - He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing, From the rain-drops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow ! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest.
Seite 17 - Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho ! ieroe !" Row, vassals, row, for the pride of the Highlands ! Stretch to your oars, for the ever-green Pine ! O, that the rose-bud that graces yon islands, Were wreathed in a garland around him to twine ! O that some seedling gem, Worthy such noble stem, Honour'd and bless'd in their shadow might grow ! Loud should Clan- Alpine then Ring from her deepmost glen, " Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho ! ieroe !
Seite 271 - At fair or at preaching, nae wooing, nae fleeching — • The Flowers of the Forest are a wede away.
Seite 429 - THE Wildgrave winds his bugle horn, To horse, to horse ! halloo, halloo ! His fiery courser snuffs the morn, And thronging serfs their lord pursue. The eager pack, from couples freed, Dash through the bush, the brier, the brake ; While answering hound, and horn, and steed, The mountain echoes startling wake. The beams of God's own...
Seite 425 - He was a braw gallant, And he rid at the ring; And the bonny Earl of Murray, Oh he might have been a King! He was a braw gallant, And he playd at the ba; And the bonny Earl of Murray, Was the flower amang them a'.
Seite 19 - ... that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper Wails manhood in glory. The autumn winds rushing Waft the leaves that are searest, But our flower was in flushing, When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel in cumber. Red hand in the foray, How sound is thy slumber ! Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever...