The Border Magazine: An Illustrated Monthly, Volume 7

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Nicholas Dickson, William Sanderson
Carter & Pratt, 1902 - Scotland

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Page 224 - Obey them that have the rule over you, and submit yourselves : for they watch for your souls, as they that must give account, that they may do it with joy, and not with grief: for that is unprofitable for you.
Page 12 - know'st it well — nor fen nor sedge Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge ; Abrupt and sheer, the mountains sink At once upon the level brink, And just a trace of silver sand Marks where the water meets the land. Far in the mirror, bright and blue, Each hill's huge outline you may view...
Page 236 - My nephew good," the Douglas said, " What recks the death of ane ! Last night I dream'da dreary dream, And I ken the day's thy ain. " My wound is deep ; I fain would sleep ; Take thou the vanguard of the three, And hide me by the braken bush, That grows on yonder lilye lee.
Page 65 - They gang in stirks, and come out asses, Plain truth to speak ; An' syne they think to climb Parnassus By dint o' Greek ! Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire, That's a' the learning I desire ; Then tho' I drudge thro' dub an' mire At pleugh or cart, My Muse, though hamely in attire, May touch the heart.
Page 48 - Lochside, poor body," replied Jean : " he's been at Newcastle seeking for siller to pay his rent, honest man, but deil-be-licket he's been able to gather in, and sae he's gaun e'en hame wi' a toom purse and a sair heart." " That may be, Jean," replied one of the banditti ; " but we maun ripe his pouches a bit, and see if it be true or no.
Page 235 - If ye like na my visit in merry England, In fair Scotland come visit me!" All sore astonished stood Lord Scroope, He stood as still as rock of stane; He scarcely dared to trew his eyes, When thro
Page 174 - I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking, Lasses a' lilting before dawn of day ; But now they are moaning on ilka green loaning — The Flowers of the Forest are a
Page 71 - You can have no idea of the exquisite delight of a planter, — he is like a painter laying on his colours, — at every moment he sees his effects coming out. There is no art or occupation comparable to this ; it is full of past, present, and future enjoyment. I look back to the time when there was not a tree here, only bare heath ; I look round and see thousands of trees growing up, all of which, I may say almost each of which, have received my personal attention. I remember, five years ago, looking...
Page 176 - But on the western side all is different, insomuch indeed, that it would be impossible for a man to live there even half an hour. Vipers and serpents innumerable, with all other kinds of wild beasts, infest that place ; and what is most strange, the natives affirm, that if any one, passing the wall, should proceed to the other side, he would die immediately, unable to endure the unwholesomeness of the atmosphere. Death also attacking such beasts as go thither, forthwith destroys them.
Page 59 - ... redress. The joy was therefore extreme, when, the ponderous lid of the chest being forced open, at the expense of some time and labour, the regalia were discovered lying at the bottom covered with linen cloths, exactly as they had been left in the year 1707...

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