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There was the fierce Middleton, and the dissolute Rothes, and the crafty Lauderdale; and Dalyell, with his bald head and a beard to his girdle; and Earlshall, with Cameron's blude on his hand; and wild Bonshaw, that tied blessed Mr. Cargill's limbs till the blude sprung; and Dunbarton Douglas, the twice-turned traitor baith to country and king.
But gin ye daur, why dinna ye pack up your duds, and yer poems wi' them, and gang till your cousin i' the university? he'll surely put you in the way o' publishing them. He's bound to it by blude; and there's na shame in asking him to help you towards reaping the fruits o' yer ain labours.
Blude frightened him with false stories, and persuaded him to remove from place to place, until his mind and body were worn out, when, at Blude's suggestion, he determined to surrender himself, and trust to the mercy of Vladimir. That good-natured brother ordered the betrayed and distressed prince to be put to death. Then Vladimir rewarded Blude.
"My horse shall ride through ranks sae rude, As through the moorland fern, Then neer let the gentle Norman blude Grow cauld for Highland kerne." "Do you hear that, nephew?" said Oldbuck; "you observe your Gaelic ancestors were not held in high repute formerly by the Lowland warriors." "I hear," said Hector, "a silly old woman sing a silly old song.
Wae betide ye!" she said, suddenly changing her tone, "and cut the houghs of the creature whase fleetness ye trust in! Sheugh sheugh! awa wi'ye, that hae spilled sae muckle blude, and now wad save your ain awa wi'ye for a railing Rabshakeh, a cursing Shimei, a bloodthirsty Doeg! The swords drawn now that winna be lang o' o'ertaking ye, ride as fast as ye will."
There are many versions of this ballad, but I give you here one of the shortest and perhaps the most beautiful. "The king sits in Dumferling toune Drinking the blude reid wine: 'O whar will I get a guid sailor, To sail this schip of mine? Up and spak an eldern knicht, Sat at the king's richt kne: 'Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor That sails upon the se.
'Lord forgie ye, Ensign Maccombich, said the alarmed Presbyterian; 'I'm sure the colonel wad never do the like o' that! 'Hout! hout! Mrs. Flockhart, replied the ensign, 'we're young blude, ye ken; and young saints, auld deils. 'But will ye fight wi' Sir John Cope the morn, Ensign Maccombich? demanded Mrs. Flockhart of her guest. 'Troth I'se ensure him, an he'll bide us, Mrs.
"Sell'd!" echoed the gipsy, with something like a scream; "and wha durst buy Ellangowan that was not of Bertram's blude? and wha could tell whether the bonny knave-bairn may not come back to claim his ain! wha durst buy the estate and the castle of Ellangowan?" "Troth, gudewife, just ane o' thae writer chields that buys a' thing they ca' him Glossin, I think." "Glossin!
Here is yer leddyship's necklace, whilk I took fra the craig o' the struggling cratur, and here are the claes it had on, marked wi' draps o' blude that cam frae its little mouth. I show thae things no as proofs on whilk I mean a'thegither to rest, but only to testify to ye what ye sae weel ken, that what I say is true.
I continued to kick and box richt and left, wi' a vigour that made me still formidable to my enemies; while they, to do them justice, lent me kicks and blows in return, that nearly ca'ed the life out o' me. There, then, were we a' three rowin on the floor, sometimes ane uppermost an' sometimes anither, wi' oor faces streamin o' blude, and oor coats a' torn in the most ruinous manner.
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