 | Charles Alexander Young - 1907 - 156 sayfa
...muirs! Ride your ways, Ellangowan. Our bairns are hinging at our weary backs — look that your braw cradle at hame be the fairer spread up — not that...folk than their father! and now, ride e'en your ways. . . ." One can but exclaim, as Queen Caroline does elsewhere, " This is eloquence." Scott's style has... | |
 | Sir Henry Craik - 1907 - 814 sayfa
...ways, Ellangowan, —Our bairns are hinging at oflr weary backs—look that your braw cradle at name be the fairer spread up : not that I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that's yet to be bom—God forbid, and make them kind to the poor, and better folk than their father !—And now, ride... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1907 - 498 sayfa
...muirs ! Ride your ways, Ellangowan. Our bairns are hinging at our weary backs ; look that your braw cradle at hame be the fairer spread up ; not that I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that 1s yet to be born — God forbid — and make them kind to the poor, and better folk than their... | |
 | George Saintsbury - 1912 - 516 sayfa
...ways, ] Ellangowan, | — Our bairns ] are hinging at our weary | backs — ' look | that your braw cradle | at hame | be the fairer | spread up : [not that I am wishing ill to themselves Churchmen, in connection with the disestablishment of the Church of Ireland. Many others... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1923 - 676 sayfa
...the muirs! Ride your ways, Ellangowan. Our bairns are hinging at our weary backs; look that your braw cradle at hame be the fairer spread up; not that I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that 's yet to be born — God forbid — and make them kind to the poor, and better folk than their... | |
 | Arthur Quiller-Couch - 1925 - 1262 sayfa
...at hame be the fairer spread up : not that I'm wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that 's yet to be born — God forbid — and make them kind...ride e'en your ways ; for these are the last words yc'll ever hear Meg Merrilies speak, and this is the last reise that I'll ever cut in the bonny woods... | |
 | Jerome Mitchell - 1987 - 284 sayfa
...bairns are hinging at our weary backs: look that your braw cradle at hame be the fairer spread up,—not that I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that's yet to be born,—God forbid,—and make them kind to the poor, and better folk than their fathers! And now,... | |
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... their bits o' bields, to sleep with the tod and the blackcock in the muirs! Ride your ways, Ellangowan. Our bairns are hinging at our weary backs; look that your braw cradle at hame be the fairer spread up; not that I am wishing ill to little Harry,... 
