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... live at Jarlshof , were a wild scheme enough ; but you , who are from another country , whether English , Scotch , or Irish , no one can tell " " Nor does it greatly matter , " said Mertoun , somewhat abruptly . " Not a herring's scale ...
... live at Jarlshof , were a wild scheme enough ; but you , who are from another country , whether English , Scotch , or Irish , no one can tell " " Nor does it greatly matter , " said Mertoun , somewhat abruptly . " Not a herring's scale ...
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... live in a spot so desolate . " " And for the rent ? " continued Mertoun . " The rent ? " replied Magnus ; " hum - why , you must have the bit of plantie cruive , which they once called a garden , and a right in the scat- hold , and a ...
... live in a spot so desolate . " " And for the rent ? " continued Mertoun . " The rent ? " replied Magnus ; " hum - why , you must have the bit of plantie cruive , which they once called a garden , and a right in the scat- hold , and a ...
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... live to be a bishop , what the waur wad he be ? " The gauntlet thus fairly flung down by one sybil , was caught up by another , and the con- troversy raged , roared , or rather screamed , a round of cinnamon - water serving only like ...
... live to be a bishop , what the waur wad he be ? " The gauntlet thus fairly flung down by one sybil , was caught up by another , and the con- troversy raged , roared , or rather screamed , a round of cinnamon - water serving only like ...
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... - ye are a wise man to speak of what is in the house , and a fitting man to have the charge of it . Hark , as I live by bread , I hear a tapping at the outer yett . ? " " Go and open it then , Baby , " 96 THE PIRATE .
... - ye are a wise man to speak of what is in the house , and a fitting man to have the charge of it . Hark , as I live by bread , I hear a tapping at the outer yett . ? " " Go and open it then , Baby , " 96 THE PIRATE .
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... live , and though I fall heir to her tocher - good , I am When a person changes his condition suddenly , as when a miser becomes liberal , or a churl good - humoured , he is said , in Scots , to be fey ; that is , predestined to speedy ...
... live , and though I fall heir to her tocher - good , I am When a person changes his condition suddenly , as when a miser becomes liberal , or a churl good - humoured , he is said , in Scots , to be fey ; that is , predestined to speedy ...
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50 ÆäÀÌÁö - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
297 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tom, as they used to call him — somewhat roughly treated by the glorious John, you remember — Mordaunt, you remember — Methinks I see the new Arion sail, The lute still trembling underneath thy nail ; At thy well-sharpen'd thumb, from shore to shore, The trebles squeak for fear, the basses roar.