My love she's but a lassie, by the author of 'Queenie'.Hurst and Blackett, 1875 |
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... of an innocent childhood in the green time long , long ago , is apart from the eager , toiling , disappointed , worn - out life of manhood . He liked other things better than society , which was MY LOVE , SHE'S BUT A LASSIE . 9.
... of an innocent childhood in the green time long , long ago , is apart from the eager , toiling , disappointed , worn - out life of manhood . He liked other things better than society , which was MY LOVE , SHE'S BUT A LASSIE . 9.
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... better player at billiards ; while as to riding - honest Wat Huntley was not given to vanity , but he secretly owned to himself , with a well - pleased boyish smile , though he was within a little of thirty , that " if there was one ...
... better player at billiards ; while as to riding - honest Wat Huntley was not given to vanity , but he secretly owned to himself , with a well - pleased boyish smile , though he was within a little of thirty , that " if there was one ...
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... better able to take care of myself . " " But , " he gently answered ; searching in his mind as to what he should say , since he himself loved better to think that their own sweetness and dignity , rather than mere forms and usages ...
... better able to take care of myself . " " But , " he gently answered ; searching in his mind as to what he should say , since he himself loved better to think that their own sweetness and dignity , rather than mere forms and usages ...
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... better go to your own room , and repose yourself , dear child , " said Mrs. Langton , calmly ; and then , with her most engaging manner , she pressed Huntley to spend that evening in their sitting - room . He accepted ; and she and her ...
... better go to your own room , and repose yourself , dear child , " said Mrs. Langton , calmly ; and then , with her most engaging manner , she pressed Huntley to spend that evening in their sitting - room . He accepted ; and she and her ...
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... better than to interrupt you ; mamma taught me years ago never to disturb papa , and I never do . " " But I might have preferred your society -it is quite possible , " laughed Wat , whose knowledge and liking of the little lady had made ...
... better than to interrupt you ; mamma taught me years ago never to disturb papa , and I never do . " " But I might have preferred your society -it is quite possible , " laughed Wat , whose knowledge and liking of the little lady had made ...
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My Love She's But a Lassie, by the Author of 'Queenie' Maria Henrietta De La Cherois-Crommelin No preview available - 2016 |
My Love She's But a Lassie, by the Author of 'Queenie' Maria Henrietta De La Cherois-Crommelin No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 111 - Tell me, where is fancy * bred, Or in the heart, or in the head ? How begot, how nourished ? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies : Let us all ring fancy's knell ; I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Page 199 - No spirit feels waste, Not a muscle is stopped in its playing nor sinew unbraced. Oh, the wild joys of living! the leaping from rock up to rock, The strong rending of boughs from the fir-tree, the cool silver shock Of the plunge in a pool's living water, the hunt of the bear, And the sultriness showing the lion is couched in his lair.
Page 251 - A sweet attractive kind of grace ; A full assurance given by looks ; Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books — I trow that count'nance cannot lye, Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
Page 217 - bide my time," But my heart will leap at a scene like this And I half renew my prime. Play on ! Play on ! I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring ; I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing.
Page 202 - Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry. But my love's heart grown cauld to me. When we came in by Glasgow town. We were a comely sight to see; My love was clad in the black velvet, And I mysel in cramasie.
Page 137 - I WEIGH not fortune's frown or smile; I joy not much in earthly joys; I seek not state, I seek not style; I am not fond of fancy's toys. I rest so pleased with what I have, I wish no more, no more I crave.
Page 217 - bide my time: " But my heart will leap at a scene like this, And I half renew my prime. Play on, play on ; I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring: I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call, And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall.
Page 153 - That a girl with eager eyes and yellow hair Waits me there In the turret whence the charioteers caught soul For the goal, When the king looked, where she looks now, breathless, dumb Till I come. But he looked upon the city, every side, Far and wide, All the mountains topped with temples, all the glades...
Page 9 - I gallop'd on my palfrey white as milk, My robe was of the .sea-green woof, my serk was of the silk; My hair was golden yellow, and it floated to my shoe, My eyes were like two harebells bathed in little drops of dew; My palfrey, never stopping, made a music sweetly blent With the leaves of autumn dropping all around me as I went; And I heard the bells, grown fainter, far behind me peal and play, Fainter, fainter, fainter, fainter, till they...