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At every cottage door and wayside bield, the inmates stood in clusters, silent and wondering, as horseman came following horseman, crying, "John Knox is come!" Barks that had departed, when they heard the news, bore up to tell others that they saw afar at sea.
Robert Burns did the part to perfection: O wert thou in the cauld blast On yonder lea, on yonder lea. How many times does one recite that to all the Ophelias and Gretchens in the world: Thy bield should be my bosom. How one admires one's bosom in that capacity! Looking down at one's shirt-front, one is filled with strength and pride.
O, let me get into the bield of a house I'll can die there easier." I had no need to pretend; whether I chose or not, I spoke in a weeping voice that would have melted a heart of stone. "Can ye walk?" asked Alan. "No," said I, "not without help. This last hour my legs have been fainting under me; I've a stitch in my side like a red-hot iron; I cannae breathe right.
O let me get into the bield of a house I can die there easier." I had no need to pretend; whether I chose or not, I spoke in a weeping voice that would have melted a heart of stone. "Can ye walk?" asked Alan. "No," said I, "not without help. This last hour my legs have been fainting under me; I've a stitch in my side like a red-hot iron; I canna breathe right. If I die, ye'll can forgive me, Alan?
Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'." The voice ceased; the banjo thrummed on. Olga's hands were fast gripped upon the marble lattice-work. She stood tense, with white face upraised. The Rajah was wholly forgotten by her, and he stepped silently away to join another of his guests.
"Cauld blew the bitter-biting North Upon thy early, humble birth; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. "The flaunting flow'rs our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield; But thou, beneath the random bield* O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane.
Honour and conscience truly! braw words for a Hielant schore, that bigs his bield wi' other folks' gear!" "Be composed, your sweet Grace, and dinna be so fashed," cried a silver-tongued madam, the which my grandfather afterwards found, as I shall have to rehearse, was his concubine, the Mrs Kilspinnie. "What does he say?" "Say?
"Ou, I ken this about it, Monkbarns and what profit have I for telling ye a lie? l just ken this about it, that about twenty years syne, I, and a wheen hallenshakers like mysell, and the mason-lads that built the lang dike that gaes down the loaning, and twa or three herds maybe, just set to wark, and built this bit thing here that ye ca' the the Praetorian, and a' just for a bield at auld Aiken Drum's bridal, and a bit blithe gae-down wi' had in't, some sair rainy weather.
On the evening before the tragedy came to light trifles are always remembered after the catastrophe a boy, returning along the margin of the mere, passed him by seated on a prostrate trunk of a tree, under the "bield" of a rock, counting silver money.
Dame Elspeth is of good folk, a widow, and the mother of orphans, she will give us house-room until something be thought upon. These evil showers make the low bush better than no bield." "See there, see there," said Martin, "you see the leddy has twice our sense." "And natural it is," said Tibb, "seeing that she is convent-bred, and can lay silk broidery, forby white-seam and shell-work."
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