Rab and His Friends: Marjorie Fleming and Other PapersHenry Altemus, 1893 - 198 стор. |
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Ailie asked beautiful Black and Tan boys Braehead bright called child creature Crieff dark dead dear death delight Divil dogs fighting door Duchess Duchie ears eyes face father fear feet fell fond garden gave gentle gleams Glen Ogle going hair happy head heart Hill Howgate huge HUGH MILLER Isabella James Jess John Pym John Ruskin keen Keith Kirkcaldy knew lady look Lord lying Maid Maidie Maidie's Maister John MARJORIE FLEMING Mary Duff master morning mother mouth Mystery of Black Nathaniel Hawthorne never night plaid plainly poor Quá Rab's Ralph Waldo Emerson Ravelstone roar round Scott soul Street surgeon sweet tail teeth tell terrier thing Thomas Carlyle thought Toby Tom Jones took touch trotted walked watching wild woman words young
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Сторінка 62 - LOVING she is, and tractable, though wild ; And innocence hath privilege in her To dignify arch looks and laughing eyes ; And feats of cunning ; and the pretty round Of trespasses, affected to provoke Mock-chastisement and partnership in play. And, as a faggot sparkles on the hearth, Not less if unattended and alone Than when both young and old sit gathered round And take delight in its activity, Even so this happy creature of herself Is...
Сторінка 95 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Сторінка 55 - Tak' yer lamb," said she, laughing at the contrivance; and so the Pet was first well happit up, and then put, laughing silently, into the plaid neuk, and the shepherd strode off with his lamb, — Maida gambolling through the snow, and running races in her mirth. Didn't he face "the angry airt...
Сторінка 93 - WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene ! Have I so found it full of pleasing charms ! Some drops of joy with draughts of ill between: Some gleams of sunshine mid renewing storms : Is it departing pangs my soul alarms?
Сторінка 32 - Psalms, stopping suddenly, mingling the Psalms of David and the diviner words of his Son and Lord with homely odds and ends and scraps of ballads. Nothing more touching, or in a sense more strangely beautiful, did I ever witness. Her tremulous, rapid, affectionate, eager Scotch voice, the swift, aimless, bewildered mind, the baffled utterance, the bright and perilous eye ; some wild words, some household cares, something for James, the names of the dead, Rab called rapidly and in a
Сторінка 12 - Homeric phrase, he makes a brief sort of amende, and is off. The boys, with Bob and me at their head, are after him: down Niddry Street he goes bent on mischief; up the Cowgate like an arrow, — Bob and I, and our small men, panting behind. There, under the single arch of the South Bridge, is a huge mastiff, sauntering down the middle of the causeway, as if with his hands in his pockets...
Сторінка 31 - ... herself, as she said, and was vexed at her restlessness. We tried what we could. James did everything, was everywhere ; never in the way, never out of it; Rab subsided under the table into a dark place, and was motionless, all but his eye, which followed every one. Ailie got worse ; began to wander in her mind, gently; was more demonstrative in her ways to James, rapid in her questions, and sharp at times. He was vexed, and said, " She was never that way afore ; no, never.
Сторінка 25 - To-morrow," said the kind surgeon — a man of few words. She and James and Rab and I retired. I noticed that he and she spoke little, but seemed to anticipate everything in each other. The following day, at noon, the students came in, hurrying up the great stair. At the first landingplace, on a small well-known black board, was a bit of paper fastened by wafers, and many remains of old wafers beside it. On the paper were the words, "An operation to-day. — JB Clerk.
Сторінка 69 - I am now going to tell you the horible and wretched plaege (plague) that my multiplication gives me you can't conceive it the most Devilish thing is 8 times 8 and 7 times 7 it is what nature itself cant endure.
Сторінка 18 - ... carefully wrapped up — the carrier leading the horse anxiously, and looking back. When he saw me, James (for his name was James Noble) made a curt and grotesque "boo...