The Braes of Yarrow: A Romance, Volumen2Sampson Low, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1881 |
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Adam Scott amongst Angus answered arms Arran Binram Border brow Captain Lindsay Castle chamber closed courier dark didna Ding-a'-Doon door doubt dungeon Earl Earl of Angus escape exclaimed eyes face Father Michael fear floor frae friar gate Gentlemen Gilbert Elliot Gilmanscleuch Governor growled hand hastily head heard heart Heron Barras Holy Mother Hornie horse hospice impatience instant John Stott Kelso Kelso Abbey King King's Kirsty Hyslop Knight of Halstane Lady Spens laugh light lips looked lord lordship Majesty Mary Douglas Master Elliot minutes Mistress Douglas Mistress Spens muttered night Outlaw Murray pardon passed passion Pate pause pilgrim prisoner Queen Queen's Guard queried Scotland seek seemed Selkirk shouted silent Sir Walter Spens sire smiled souters spaewife speak spoke stood stoup suspicion sword tell thought tower Tushielaw voice waiting Wherefore whilst whispered wife words
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Página 25 - The flower hangs its heavy head, waving, at times, to the gale. Why dost thou awake me, O gale, it seems to say, I am covered with the drops of heaven? The time of my fading is near, and the blast that shall scatter my leaves. Tomorrow shall the traveller come, he that saw me in my beauty shall come; his eyes will search the field, but they will not find me?
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