Tales of My Landlord,: Old mortalityWilliam Blackwood, Prince's Street: and John Murray, Albemarle Street, London., 1817 - 347 páginas |
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... , and Morton re- cognised the stolid countenance of Cuddie Headrigg , bearing a rueful expression , in which sorrow for his own lot was mixed with sympathy for the situation of his com- panion . 6 TALES OF MY LANDLORD .
... , and Morton re- cognised the stolid countenance of Cuddie Headrigg , bearing a rueful expression , in which sorrow for his own lot was mixed with sympathy for the situation of his com- panion . 6 TALES OF MY LANDLORD .
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... Cuddie , " said Morton , who , even in his own dis- tress , did not lose feeling for that of others . 2 And sae am I , Mr Henry , " answered Cuddie , " baith for mysel and you ; but neither of our sorrows will do muckle gude that I can ...
... Cuddie , " said Morton , who , even in his own dis- tress , did not lose feeling for that of others . 2 And sae am I , Mr Henry , " answered Cuddie , " baith for mysel and you ; but neither of our sorrows will do muckle gude that I can ...
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... e your testimony like a man upon the mount of the Covenant . " & " And so I suppose you , went to a con- venticle ? " said Morton . " Ye sall hear , " continued Cuddie.- 1 " Aweel , I kenn'd na muckle better what 8 TALES OF MY LANDLORD .
... e your testimony like a man upon the mount of the Covenant . " & " And so I suppose you , went to a con- venticle ? " said Morton . " Ye sall hear , " continued Cuddie.- 1 " Aweel , I kenn'd na muckle better what 8 TALES OF MY LANDLORD .
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... Cuddie , relieving himself by detailing his misfortunes , without being scrupulous con- cerning the degree of attention which his companion bestowed on his narrative , " just as I was wearying for the tail o ' the preach- ing , cam word ...
... Cuddie , relieving himself by detailing his misfortunes , without being scrupulous con- cerning the degree of attention which his companion bestowed on his narrative , " just as I was wearying for the tail o ' the preach- ing , cam word ...
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... Cuddie , " I keepit aye before the auld woman , and cried for mercy to life and limb ; but twa o ' the red- coats cam up , and ane o ' them was gaun to strike my mother wi ' the side o ' his broad- sword - So I got up my kébbie at them ...
... Cuddie , " I keepit aye before the auld woman , and cried for mercy to life and limb ; but twa o ' the red- coats cam up , and ane o ' them was gaun to strike my mother wi ' the side o ' his broad- sword - So I got up my kébbie at them ...
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...