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Page xxii - My manner of composing poetry is very different, and, I believe, much more singular. Let the piece be of what length it will, I compose and correct it wholly in my mind, or on a slate, ere ever I put pen to paper; and then I write it down as fast as the A, B, C.
Page 180 - Wi' her brogues an' brochin an' a' ? What though we befriendit young Charlie ?— To tell it I dinna think shame ; Poor lad ! he came to us but barely, An' reckon'd our mountains his, hame. Twas true that our reason forbade us ; But tenderness carried the day ; Had Geordie come friendless amang us, Wi' him we had a' gane away. Sword an
Page xxi - I sat down and wrote out my thoughts as I found them. This is still my invariable practice in writing prose. I cannot make out one sentence by study, without the pen in my hand to catch the ideas as they arise, and I never write two copies of the same thing.
Page x - As if you were the minister of heaven, Sent down to search the secret sins of men. Some eighteen years ago, I rented land Of brave Sir Malcolm, then Balarmo's lord ; But, falling to decay, his servants seized All that I had, and then turn'd me and mine (Four helpless infants, and their weeping mother) Out to the mercy of the winter winds.
Page 177 - Scotland will be Scotland still, While hearts so brave defend her ! Fear not, our sovereign Liege, they cry, We've flourish'd fair beneath thine eye ; For thee we'll fight, for thee we'll die, Nor...
Page 179 - MY name it is Donald M'Donald, I leere in the Heelands sae grand ; I hae follow'd our banner, and will do, Wherever my Maker has land. When rankit amang the blue bonnets, Nae danger can fear me ava ; I ken that my brethren around me Are either to conquer or fa'.
Page xvi - Wallace, and the Gentle Shepherd ; and, though immoderately fond of them, yet (what you will think remarkable in one who...
Page xxi - Whether my manner of writing it out was new, I know not, but it was not without singularity. Having very little spare time from my flock, which was unruly enough, I folded and stitched a few sheets of paper, which I carried in my pocket.
Page 34 - ... at. And it is scarcely thirty years since one of the millers was tried for his life, for scoring a woman whom he supposed a witch. He had long suspected her as the cause of all the misfortunes attending him, and, enticing her into the kiln one Sabbath evening, he seized her forcibly, and cut the shape of the cross on her forehead. This is called scoring aboon the breath, and overthrows their power of doing any further mischief.