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Page 102 - With guilt and sorrow, shame and sin. Never a word spake the heir of Linne, Never a word he spake but three : This is a trusty friend indeed, And is right welcome unto me.
Page 88 - But begged for a penny all day with his hand; And yett to her marriage he gave thousands three, And still he hath somewhat for pretty Bessee. "And if any one here her birth doe disdaine, Her father is ready, with might and with maine, To proove shee is come of noble degree: Therfore never flout att prettye Bessee.
Page 87 - A BEGGAR'S daughter did dwell on a green, Who for her beauty may well be a queen, A blithe bonny lass, and dainty was she, And many one called her pretty Bessee.
Page 101 - Nought save a rope with renning noose, That dangling hung up o'er his head. And over it in broad letters, These words were written so plain to see : " Ah ! gracelesse wretch, hast spent thine all, And brought thyselfe to penurie?
Page 101 - All this my boding mind misgave ; I therefore left this trusty friend. Let itfnow shield thy foul disgrace, And all thy shame and sorrows end.
Page 36 - The Percy agreed to this ; but neither his nor the Douglas' men would consent to stand still while their lords were fighting. So the English archers bent their bows, and let fly a perfect shower of arrows, and the Scottish spearmen charged upon them. Then the English and Scots both drew their swords, and fought face to face, and foot to foot. And so began one of the most terrible fights that the sun ever looked upon. Soon the Douglas and the Percy came together, and fought till the blood spurted...
Page 41 - For century after century, the descendants of the men who fought there were at deadly strife ; and few, I fear, were as noble foes as the great Douglas and Lord Percy. At last, they forgot that the first cause of the quarrel was a dispute about the right to kill a few deer, between two chieftains who were reconciled in death, and they went on hating, and robbing, and killing one another ; fighting, all the while, in the darkness of ignorance, and superstition, and fierce, wicked passions. But after...
Page 35 - Just then, one of his squires called his attention to a sight which quickly changed his opinion of the Scottish chief. Down below, in Tiviotdale, along the borders of the Tweed, came a host of full two thousand men, armed with bows and spears, bills and brands. As soon as they came near to the hunters, they cried out, ' Leave off quartering the deer, and look to your bows ; for never, since you were born, have you had greater need of them than now.
Page 35 - The Douglas rode in front of his men, his white plumes dancing in the wind and his brazen armor flashing in the mid-day sun, and when he spoke his voice was like a trumpet, so clear and strong and threatening. " Ho there !" he cried, " what men or whose men are you ? and who gave you leave to hunt in Cheviot in spite of me...
Page 107 - ll make thee keeper of my forest, Both of the wild deer and the tame ; For but I reward thy bounteous heart, I wis, good fellow, I were to blame. Now well-a-day ! saith Joan o' the Scales : Now well-a-day ! and woe is my life ! Yesterday I was lady of Linne, Now I 'm but John o