The Mountain Bard: Consisting of Ballads and Songs, Founded on Facts and Legendary Tales

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J. Ballantyne, 1807 - Всего страниц: 202
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Стр. xiii - ... copies of the same thing. My manner of composing poetry is very different, and, I believe, much more singular. Let the piece be of what length it will, I compose and correct it wholly in my mind, or on a slate, ere ever I put pen to paper; and then I write it down as fast as the A, B, C.
Стр. 91 - See where the Lord Was laid," joyous arose; to die that day Was bliss. Long ere the dawn, by devious ways, O'er hills, through woods, o'er dreary wastes, they sought The upland...
Стр. xiii - I sat down and wrote out my thoughts as I found them. This is still my invariable practice in writing prose. I cannot make out one sentence by study, without the pen in my hand to catch the ideas as they arise, and I never write two copies of the same thing.
Стр. 180 - Wi' her brogues an' brochin an' a' ? What though we befriendit young Charlie ?— To tell it I dinna think shame ; Poor lad ! he came to us but barely, An' reckon'd our mountains his, hame. Twas true that our reason forbade us ; But tenderness carried the day ; Had Geordie come friendless amang us, Wi' him we had a' gane away. Sword an
Стр. ii - As if you were the minister of heaven, Sent down to search the secret sins of men. Some eighteen years ago, I rented land Of brave Sir Malcolm, then Balarmo's lord ; But, falling to decay, his servants seized All that I had, and then turn'd me and mine (Four helpless infants, and their weeping mother) Out to the mercy of the winter winds.
Стр. 177 - Scotland will be Scotland still, While hearts so brave defend her ! Fear not, our sovereign Liege, they cry, We've flourish'd fair beneath thine eye ; For thee we'll fight, for thee we'll die, Nor...
Стр. viii - Wallace, and the Gentle Shepherd ; and, though immoderately fond of them, yet (what you will think remarkable in one who...
Стр. xiii - Whether my manner of writing it out was new, I know not, but it was not without singularity. Having very little spare time from my flock, which was unruly enough, I folded and stitched a few sheets of paper, which I carried in my pocket.
Стр. 34 - Thirlestane are so obvious as to have become proverbial: and when any of the neighbours occasionally mention this, along with it the murder of the pedlar is always hinted at. And it is scarcely thirty years since one of the millers was tried for his life, for scoring a woman whom he supposed a witch. He had long suspected her as the cause of all the misfortunes attending him, and, enticing her into the kiln one Sabbath evening, he seized her forcibly, and cut the shape of the cross on her forehead....
Стр. 182 - Wi' rocks o' the Nevis and Garny We'd rattle him off frae our shore , Or lull him asleep in a cairny, An' sing him — Lochaber no more ! Stanes an

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