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Page 117 - Take care of the pence and the pounds will take care of themselves is as true of personal habits as of money.
Page 421 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Page 108 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?
Page 109 - By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste! " the lady cries, ' ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Page 109 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father." The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh!
Page 142 - Loud skirled a' the lasses ; But her tap-pickle maist was lost, When kuittlin' in the fause-house Wi' him that night. The auld guidwife's weel-hoordit nits Are round and round divided ; And mony lads' and lasses' fates Are there that night decided : Some kindle couthie, side by side, And burn thegither trimly ; Some start awa' wi' saucy pride, And jump out-owre the chimlie Fu
Page 45 - I SAW a peacock with a fiery tail, I saw a blazing comet...
Page 44 - Too wise you are, too wise you be, I see you are too wise for me.