 | Jerome Mitchell - 1987 - 288 sayfa
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 | 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,... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1901 - 366 sayfa
...— 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...kind to the poor, and better folk than their father 1 — And now, ride e'en your ways; for these are the last words ye '11 ever hear Meg Merrilies speak,... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1999 - 628 sayfa
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 | Walter Scott - 2001 - 354 sayfa
...— 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...and make them kind to the poor, and better folk than then* father! — And now, ride e'en your ways; for these are the last words ye 'll ever hear Meg Merrilies... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 2003 - 516 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 father.—And now, ride... | |
 | James E. Ford - 2005 - 176 sayfa
...ways, Ellangowan! Our bairns are hinging at our weary backs—look that your brew cradle at hame he the fairer spread up; not that I am wishing ill to little Harry, or to the babe that's yet to be horn—Cod forbid and make them kind to the poor, and better folk than their father!—And now, ride... | |
 | Hansjörg Bay, Kai Merten - 2006 - 674 sayfa
...gewissermaßen mit sich selbst aus: 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 the habe that's yet to be born — God forbid — and make them kind to the poor and better folk than... | |
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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,... 
