The highland castle, and the lowland cottage, Volumen1

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Página 82 - Nae greater joy I'll e'er pretend, Than that his love prove true and steady, Like mine to him, which ne'er shall end, While heaven preserves my Highland laddie.
Página 174 - What tragic tears bedim the eye ! What deaths we suffer ere we die ! Our broken friendships we deplore. And loves of youth that are no more.
Página 82 - How much unlike that gracefu' mien And manly looks of my Highland laddie ! 0 my bonny, bonny Highland laddie ! My handsome, charming Highland laddie ! May heaven still guard, and love reward, Our Lawland lass and her Highland laddie ! If I were free at will to chuse To be the wealthiest Lawland lady, I'd take young Donald without trews, With bonnet blew and belted plaidy.
Página 55 - Then prudence comes, with hundred eyes — The veil is rent, the vision flies. The dear illusions will not last; The era of enchantment's past; The wild romance of life is done; The real history is begun.
Página 55 - Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Were combinations of disjointed things; And forms impalpable and unperceived Of others
Página 75 - Oh ! frail inconstancy of mortal state ! One hour dejected and the next elate ! Rais'd by false hopes, or by false fears deprest, How different passions sway the human breast ! PATTISON.
Página 131 - Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay, Their graves are growing green to see ; And by them lies the dearest lad That ever blest a woman's e'e ! Now wae to thee thou cruel lord, A bluidy man I trow thou be ; For mony a heart thou hast made sair, That ne'er did wrang to thine or thee ! A RED, RED ROSE TUNE—
Página 82 - THE Lawland lads think they are fine, But, oh, they're vain and idly gaudy ; How much unlike the gracefu...
Página 218 - I will arise and go to my Father, and say unto Him, I have sinned.
Página 153 - Guilt is the source of sorrow ! 'tis the fiend, The avenging fiend, that follows us behind, With whips and stings. The blest know none of this, But rest in everlasting peace of mind, And find the height of all their heaven is goodness.

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