Our Old Neighbors: Or, Folk Lore of the East of Fife

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G. Gourlay, 1887 - 132 páginas
 

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Página 19 - We are all four stretched on our beds, and are still alive, and would eat willingly, if any one of us were able to rise and light a fire. We implore the Almighty, with folded hands, to deliver us from this life, which it is impossible to prolong without food or anything to warm our frozen limbs. None of us can help the other ; each must support his own misery.
Página 20 - It was so fast closed that an entrance could only be effected by opening the roof. They found it a tomb. Three of the men were enclosed in the coffins which had been framed for them ; the other four lay dead, — two in their beds, and two on a piece of sail spread on the floor. These last had perished in consequence of mere inability to make the effort necessary for lifting and dressing the food ; and they had suffered convulsions so dreadful, that their knees and chin had come into contact, and...
Página 107 - Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ? What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in, " Here he lies," And " Dust to dust
Página 19 - He giveth snow like wool: He scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes. He casteth forth His ice like morsels: who can stand before His cold ? He sendeth out His word, and melteth them : He causeth His wind to blow, and the waters flow.
Página 96 - The days of our years are three score years and ten ; and if by reason of strength, they be four score years, yet is their strength labor and sorrow ; for it is soon cut off and we fly away Who knoweth the power oi Thine an/er?
Página 88 - Her white wings flying — never from her foes — She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Página 104 - ... dames, Who are, like lady Randolph, full of virtue. In raising Randolph's jealousy, I may But point him to the truth. He seldom errs, Who thinks the worst he can of womankind. ACT IV. SCENE I. Flourish of Trumpets. Enter Lord RANDOLPH attended. Lord Randolph. SUMMON an hundred horse, by break of day, To wait our pleasure at the castle gate.
Página 62 - ... of employment: he bids fair for another seat of the house; and what is the charming part of the story, it is General Anstruther's seat which he is to obtain. He has made an attack on the General's boroughs, and, by the assistance of his uncle's interest and purse, is likely to prevail. Is not this delicious revenge? It brings to my mind the story of the Italian, who reading that passage of Scripture, ' Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord,' burst forth, ' Ay, to be sure; it is too sweet for any...
Página 22 - Though the whalers were at this time three or four degrees further south than at first, the frost was even more severe than ever. Every liquid was frozen ; and while the snow was being melted, to cook the victuals, the icicles were hanging on the water-cask, at the distance of six feet from the fire. The beds were covered with solid ice — the pillows frozen in every part but where the head lay, the very hairs of which were in some cases stiff with cold — and vermin of a more rapacious kind began...
Página 104 - ... bed-rid old, Perhaps I should revile ; but, as I am, I have no tongue to rail. The humble Norval Is of a race who strive not but with deeds. Did I not fear to freeze thy shallow...

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