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Page 183 - And here his course the chieftain stayed, Threw down his target and his plaid, And to the Lowland warrior said : "Bold Saxon ! to his promise just, Vich-Alpine has discharged his trust.
Page 188 - I'll take the low road, And I'll be in Scotland afore ye, But me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
Page 187 - What a scene were here,' he cried. ' For princely pomp or churchman's pride ! On this bold brow, a lordly tower ; In that soft vale, a lady's bower ; On yonder meadow, far away, The turrets of a cloister...
Page 194 - ... stillness that precedes a thunder-storm held all the air mute. I do not know what put it into my head, — perhaps the fact that I had that morning been reading a delightful account of how a naturalist had taught a grizzly bear to wait on table and carve the roasts for him, — but certain it is that I determined to see what I could do in the way of educating my little butterfly. Across the way from my apartments was the home of Rosalie, a young lady who interested me greatly. I had met her in...
Page 100 - Miss Pondar was now standing up with her hands folded in front of her, and her head bowed down as if she was walking behind a hearse with eight ostrichplumes on it. "Lord Edward ! " she said, in a melancholy, respectful voice. "And will his remains be brought to England for interment?" "Oh, no," said I, not understanding what she was talking about.