The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson, Volumen16C. Scribner's Sons, 1895 |
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... auld professor or young heir , If still there's either- May find an ' read me , an ' be sair Perplexed , puir brither ! " What tongue does your auld bookie speak ? " He'll spier ; an ' I , his mou to steik : " No bein ' fit to write in ...
... auld professor or young heir , If still there's either- May find an ' read me , an ' be sair Perplexed , puir brither ! " What tongue does your auld bookie speak ? " He'll spier ; an ' I , his mou to steik : " No bein ' fit to write in ...
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... auld - farrant clique . A ' simmer day , your chimleys reek , Couthy and bien ; An ' here an ' there your windies keek Amang the green . A pickle plats an ' paths an ' posies , A wheen auld gillyflowers an ' roses : A ring o ' wa's the ...
... auld - farrant clique . A ' simmer day , your chimleys reek , Couthy and bien ; An ' here an ' there your windies keek Amang the green . A pickle plats an ' paths an ' posies , A wheen auld gillyflowers an ' roses : A ring o ' wa's the ...
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... weel neukit by my lane , Wi ' Horace , or perhaps Montaigne , The mornin ' hours hae come an ' gane Abüne my heid — I wadnae gi'en a chucky - stane For a ' I'd read . ILLE TERRARUM But noo the auld city , street by 158 UNDERWOODS.
... weel neukit by my lane , Wi ' Horace , or perhaps Montaigne , The mornin ' hours hae come an ' gane Abüne my heid — I wadnae gi'en a chucky - stane For a ' I'd read . ILLE TERRARUM But noo the auld city , street by 158 UNDERWOODS.
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... auld city , street by street , An ' winter fu ' o ' snaw an ' sleet , Awhile shut in my gangrel feet An ' goavin ' mettle ; Noo is the soopit ingle sweet , An ' liltin ' kettle . An ' noo the winter winds complain ; Cauld lies the glaur ...
... auld city , street by street , An ' winter fu ' o ' snaw an ' sleet , Awhile shut in my gangrel feet An ' goavin ' mettle ; Noo is the soopit ingle sweet , An ' liltin ' kettle . An ' noo the winter winds complain ; Cauld lies the glaur ...
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... auld recruitin ' drum , Than taks the gate . The heart plays dunt wi ' main an ' micht ; The lasses ' een are a ' sae bricht , Their dresses are sae braw an ' ticht , The bonny birdies ! - Puir winter virtue at the sicht Gangs heels ...
... auld recruitin ' drum , Than taks the gate . The heart plays dunt wi ' main an ' micht ; The lasses ' een are a ' sae bricht , Their dresses are sae braw an ' ticht , The bonny birdies ! - Puir winter virtue at the sicht Gangs heels ...
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The Novels and Tales of Robert Louis Stevenson, Volumen16 Robert Louis Stevenson Vista completa - 1900 |
Términos y frases comunes
aito ants go marching auld awake beggar-wife behold birds bitter virgin blow blue braw breath bright CAMISARDS cannae child clan dead dear death door dream drum eyes face fairy fall fear FEAST OF FAMINE fire flowers forest frae friends gangrel garden glaur green hand head hear heard heart heather hill Hiopa honour island ither kava king land look maid maun morning mother mountain never night nursie palace Picts play puir rain rankit river rose sailing scart seen Immortal shining shore silent sing SKERRYVORE sleep slumber smile smoke SONG OF RAHÉRO soul sound stars stood Taheia Tahiti Taiárapu Támatéa tapu Tevas thee there's things thou TICONDEROGA tongue trees Vaiau VAILIMA verse voice W. E. HENLEY warl weel Whan whaur wind winter wood word yore youth
Pasajes populares
Página 129 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will This be the verse you grave for me : Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Página 25 - The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
Página 35 - THE SWING HOW do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue ? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do!
Página 199 - GIVE to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the byway nigh me. Bed in the bush with stars to see, Bread I dip in the river — There's the life for a man like me, There's the life for ever.
Página 6 - RAIN THE rain is raining all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea.
Página 105 - ... leaping sun, with glancing rain Here shall the wizard moon ascend The heavens, in the crimson end Of day's declining splendour; here The army of the stars appear. The neighbour hollows dry or wet, Spring shall with tender flowers beset; And oft the morning muser see Larks rising from the broomy lea, And every fairy wheel and thread Of cobweb dew-bediamonded. When daisies go, shall winter time Silver the simple grass with rime; Autumnal frosts enchant the pool And make the cart-ruts beautiful...
Página 211 - I WILL make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. I will make a palace fit for you and me Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.
Página 26 - O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid, I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all — O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Página 216 - BRIGHT is the ring of words When the right man rings them, Fair the fall of songs When the singer sings them. Still they are carolled and said — On wings they are carried — After the singer is dead And the maker buried.
Página 55 - Now I have done with it, down let it go! All in a moment the town is laid low. Block upon block lying scattered and free, What is there left of my town by the sea ? Yet as I saw it, I see it again, The kirk and the palace, the ships and the men, And as long as I live and where'er I may be, I'll always remember my town by the sea.