Tales of My Landlord,: Old mortalityWilliam Blackwood, Prince's Street: and John Murray, Albemarle Street, London., 1817 - 347 páginas |
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... Bothwell . Their route lay towards the hills in which the insurgent presbyterians were reported to be in arms . They had not prosecuted their march a quarter of a mile ere Claverhouse and Evandale gallop . ped past them , followed by ...
... Bothwell . Their route lay towards the hills in which the insurgent presbyterians were reported to be in arms . They had not prosecuted their march a quarter of a mile ere Claverhouse and Evandale gallop . ped past them , followed by ...
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... Bothwell halt- ed the body which he commanded , and disencumbered Morton of his irons . ' King's blood must keep word , " said the dragoon . " I promised you should be civilly treated so far as rested with me.- Here , Corporal Inglis ...
... Bothwell halt- ed the body which he commanded , and disencumbered Morton of his irons . ' King's blood must keep word , " said the dragoon . " I promised you should be civilly treated so far as rested with me.- Here , Corporal Inglis ...
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... Both- well placed himself at the head of the par- ty , and Inglis , with six dragoons , brought up the rear . The whole then set forward at a trot , with the purpose of overtaking the main - body of the régiment . Morton , overwhelmed ...
... Both- well placed himself at the head of the par- ty , and Inglis , with six dragoons , brought up the rear . The whole then set forward at a trot , with the purpose of overtaking the main - body of the régiment . Morton , overwhelmed ...
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... Bothwell , that makes every wife's plack and her meal - ark his ain ; neither your carabines , nor your pistols , nor your broadswords , hor your horses , nor your saddles , bridles , sarcingles , nose - bags , nor martingales , shall ...
... Bothwell , that makes every wife's plack and her meal - ark his ain ; neither your carabines , nor your pistols , nor your broadswords , hor your horses , nor your saddles , bridles , sarcingles , nose - bags , nor martingales , shall ...
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... Bothwell , who was consi- derably a - head of the party he commanded . On hearing the orders which he brought , Bothwell instantly rode back to the head of his party , ordered them to close their files , to mend their pace , and to move ...
... Bothwell , who was consi- derably a - head of the party he commanded . On hearing the orders which he brought , Bothwell instantly rode back to the head of his party , ordered them to close their files , to mend their pace , and to move ...
Términos y frases comunes
ahint answered Cuddie answered Morton arms army auld Balfour battle blood body Bothwell Burley carabines Castle cause Charnwood Claver Claverhouse Colonel Grahame command Cornet council Covenant Covenanters defend desperate dragoons e'en ed Morton Edith enemy Erastianism Evandale's exclaimed eyes favour fear fire followers friends garrison gi'e Glasgow gude Halliday hand head Henry Morton hill honour horse horsemen Inglis insurgents Jenny Dennison John Gudyill Kettledrummle King Lady Margaret leaders leddy Lord Evan Lord Evandale Lord Ross Macbriar Major Bellenden maun Mause means ment Miss Bellenden mistress moderate party morning muckle ness numbers officer party Philistines Poundtext preacher presbyterians prisoner puir ranks rebels replied Morton retreat rode Scotland seemed shewed soldiers speak specta sword thee Thou art Tillietudlem tion Tower of Tillietudlem troopers voice wad hae weel whigs word wounded young Milnwood young nobleman zeal
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Página 89 - And I will feed them that oppress thee with their own flesh; and they shall be drunken with their own blood, as with sweet wine: and all flesh shall know that I the Lord am thy Saviour and thy Redeemer, the mighty One of Jacob.
Página 39 - Zioa is his seat. There arrows of the bow he brake, The shield, the sword, the war, More glorious thou than hills of prey, More excellent art far.
Página 89 - For Tophet is ordained of old ; Yea, for the king it is prepared ; He hath made it deep and large: The pile thereof is fire and much wood ; The breath of the Lord, like a stream of brimstone, doth kindle it.
Página 32 - SAVE me, O God ; for the waters are come in unto my soul. I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
Página 62 - Burley," said Bothwell, griping his sword firmly, and setting his teeth close; "you escaped me once, but (he swore an oath too tremendous to be written down) thy head is worth its weight of silver, and it shall go home at my saddle-bow, or my saddle shall go home empty for me.
Página 32 - I am sunk in deep mire where there is no standing — I am come into deep waters where the floods overflow me...