Heiress of the Blackburnfoot. A Tale of Rural Scottish Life

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Smith, Elder and Company, 1865 - 310 pages

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Page 209 - My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Page 299 - Finding the first conceit of love there bred Where time and outward form would show it dead. cix O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie : That is my home of love : if I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, So that myself bring water for my stain.
Page 254 - These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth. For they that say such things declare plainly that they seek a country.
Page 227 - That which hath been is now; and that which is to be hath already been; and God requireth that which is past.
Page 234 - We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne ! We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot, Sin auld lang syne. We twa hae paidl't i' the burn, Frae mornin' sun till dine : But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin auld lang syne.
Page 248 - the lawful heir, We two will wed to-morrow morn, And you shall still be Lady Clare.
Page 22 - And panted for possession — His life was dull without her. After mature resolving, Close to his breast he held her ; In saftest flames dissolving, He tenderly thus tell'd her : " My bonnie collier's daughter, Let naething discompose ye...
Page 96 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade There came and look'd him in the face An angel beautiful and bright ; And...
Page 6 - O'More ! She milked the dun cow, that ne'er offered to stir; Though wicked to all, it was gentle to her...

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