Chronicles of the Canongate: Second seriesJ. & J. Harper, 1828 |
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Сторінка 135 - Glover. She may be hereafter a witness that she '"saw him in good health, and master of his own motions, a brief space before — you understand me?" " Dwining nodded assent, and added, ' >' There is no time lost; for there is little difficulty in blighting a flower, exhausted from having been made to bloom too soon.
Сторінка 82 - of Titans seemed to be commanded by their appropriate chieftains — the frowning mountain of Ben Lawers, and the still more lofty eminence of Ben Mohr, arising high above the rest, whose peaks retain a dazzling helmet of snow far into the summer season, and sometimes during the whole year. Yet the borders of this wild
Сторінка 217 - grave, and he transferred the regency which he had so foully acquired, to his son Murdoch. But nineteen years after the death of the old King, James I. returned to Scotland, and Duke Murdoch of Albany, with his sons, was brought to the scaffold, in expiation of his father's guilt and his own. CHAPTER
Сторінка 111 - Earl of Douglas; and the Earl and the Lord, and the Laird and I the Esquire, fly our hawks < where we find our game, and ask no man whose ground | we ride over." " I will do your message, sir," replied Oliver Proudfute, meekly enough; for he began to be
Сторінка 153 - long a favourite in Scotland. Oh, Bold and True, In bonnet blue, That fear or falsehood never knew; Whose heart was loyal to his word, Whose hand was faithful to his sword— Seek Europe wide from sea to sea, , But bonny Blue-cap still for me! I've seen Almain's proud champions prance— Have seen the gallant knights of France,
Сторінка 40 - •*As he spoke thus, he dealt the stranger a blow with his weapon, which would probably have made his words good, had not the man, raising his arm, received on his hand the blow meant for his head. The wound must have been a severe one, for he staggered and fell with a deep
Сторінка 68 - clans, Maclan defeated his enemies in his turn, and regained possession of the district which he had lost. It was with unexpected rapture, that he found his wife and child were in existence, having never expected to see more of them than the bleached bones, from which the wolves and wild-cats had eaten the flesh.
Сторінка 83 - situated in Scottish lakes. The ruins upon that isle, now almost shapeless, being overgrown with wood, rose, at the time we speak of, into the towers and pinnacles of a priory where slumbered the remains of Sibilla, daughter of Henry I. of England, and consort of
Сторінка 80 - During the brief career of the celebrated patriot Sir William Wallace, and when his arms had for a time expelled the English invaders from his native country, he is said to have undertaken a voyage to France, with a small band of trusty friends, to try what his presence (for
Сторінка 95 - are in demand for the doublets which knights wear under their armour.'' " Did I not pray you," said Niel Booshalloch, " to say nothing on that subject?" " It is the mail shirts I speak of," said Simon,—" may I ask if any of them were made by our celebrated Perth armourer, called Henry of the Wynd?