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... ower on the back o ' ye , and keep floatin for a space , and your calf ' ill be as saft's a cushion . Lord safe us ! what's this ? Deevil tak me if he's no droonin . Mr Tickler , are you droonin ? There he's doun ance , and up again ...
... ower on the back o ' ye , and keep floatin for a space , and your calf ' ill be as saft's a cushion . Lord safe us ! what's this ? Deevil tak me if he's no droonin . Mr Tickler , are you droonin ? There he's doun ance , and up again ...
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... ower head and ears , and in my confusion , turnin my face to the wrang airt , I swom across the loch at the widest , at ae streetch , and ever after that could hae soomed ony man in the Forest for a wager , excep Mr David Ballan- tyne ...
... ower head and ears , and in my confusion , turnin my face to the wrang airt , I swom across the loch at the widest , at ae streetch , and ever after that could hae soomed ony man in the Forest for a wager , excep Mr David Ballan- tyne ...
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... ower late in the gloamin ; and in case o ' a chance shower - for there's nae countin on them - she sall hae my plaid - and bonny she'll look in't , gif she be onything like her freen Miss Mary Gentle -and we'll row in a boatie on St ...
... ower late in the gloamin ; and in case o ' a chance shower - for there's nae countin on them - she sall hae my plaid - and bonny she'll look in't , gif she be onything like her freen Miss Mary Gentle -and we'll row in a boatie on St ...
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... ower the hills to see some freen , whom I hae nae reason to fear is otherwise than well and happy - but on reaching his house , I see grieffu ' faces , and perhaps hear the voice o ' prayer by the bedside o ' ane whom the bystanders ...
... ower the hills to see some freen , whom I hae nae reason to fear is otherwise than well and happy - but on reaching his house , I see grieffu ' faces , and perhaps hear the voice o ' prayer by the bedside o ' ane whom the bystanders ...
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... ower muckle sae . There's ower little left to theirsels , Mem . The truth is , that the creturs hae nae time to think or feel about onything but what they're taucht ―every hour in the day bein ' taken up wi ' its ain separate task - sae ...
... ower muckle sae . There's ower little left to theirsels , Mem . The truth is , that the creturs hae nae time to think or feel about onything but what they're taucht ―every hour in the day bein ' taken up wi ' its ain separate task - sae ...
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Page 279 - SHUT, shut the door, good John ! fatigued, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages ! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out : Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, 5 They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Page 100 - ... the fulfilment of their fear ; For he must die who is their stay, Their glory disappear. A Power is passing from the earth To breathless Nature's dark abyss ; But when the great and good depart What is it more than this — That Man, who is from God sent forth, Doth yet again to God return ? — Such ebb and flow must ever be, Then wherefore should we mourn ? 1 1806. VI. LINES WRITTEN, NOVEMBER 13, 1814, ON A BLANK LEAF IN 1 COPY OF THE AUTHOR'S POEM " THE EXCURSION," UPON HEARING OF THE DEATH...
Page 414 - ... like lunacy. Under this uncertainty, I deemed it right to communicate to my parents, that, if I were to consider Lord Byron's past conduct as that of a person of sound mind, nothing could induce me to return to him.
Page 403 - The sun had long since, in the lap Of Thetis, taken out his nap, And like a lobster boiled, the morn From black to red began to turn...
Page 265 - ... if the intelligent faculty should be rendered more comprehensive, it would require only a different and apportioned organization, the body celestial instead of the body terrestrial, to bring before every human soul the collective experience of its whole past existence, and this, — this, perchance, is the dread book of judgment, in whose mysterious hieroglyphics every idle word is recorded...
Page 279 - They rave, recite, and madden round the land. What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide, | • By land, by water, they renew the charge, They stop the chariot, and they board the barge. No place is sacred, not the church is free, Even Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me : Then from the Mint walks forth the man of rhyme, Happy! to catch me, just at dinner-time.
Page 363 - Not that the poet has any scruples about the use of animal food. He acknowledges that it is for the good of the animals themselves that men should feed upon them.
Page 4 - Gran' fun to fling a boatfu' o' harpooners into the air; or wi' ae thud o' your tail, to drive in the stern-posts o' a Greenlandman. Tickler — Grander fun still, James, to feel the inextricable harpoon in your blubber, and to go snoving away beneath an ice-floe with four mile of line connecting you with your distant enemies. Shepherd — But then whales marry but ae wife, and are passionately attached to their offspring. There, they and I are congenial speerits. Nae fish that swims enjoys so large...
Page 319 - Come, bright improvement! on the car of time, And rule the spacious world from clime to clime ; Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore, Trace every wave, and culture every shore.
Page 357 - Mr. Southey brings to the task two faculties which were never, we believe, vouchsafed in measure so copious to any human being, the faculty of believing without a reason, and the faculty of hating without a provocation.