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This is Amber. Where's your fiddle?" "Hi, Amber. Fiddle's in the car. Maybe we'll get to a little Cripple Creek later." Willow flushed. "I think I've retired," she said. "Not allowed." Martin was having trouble keeping his eyes off Amber who had shifted to ground midway between a barnwarmer's dream and a folksinger's groupie. Here we go again, Willow thought. "How's that Chevy running?" Art asked.
The best place to hide in would surely be the wood, where he felt certain that there were no more Arabs, or they would have come out to join in the chevy. He would lie there till nightfall, and then endeavour to make his way to the column, though he did not feel like taking a long walk just at present. As he was going up the hill, however, he saw the Arab with the broken leg lying helpless.
It's yoonanimous, an' from that hour till now the Chevy Chase Huntin' Club ain't been nothin' save tradition. But that panther shore disappears; it's the end of his vandalage; an' ag'in does quadrilles, pra'rs, an poker resoom their wonted sway. That's the end; an' now, gents, if Black Jack will caper to his dooties we'll uplift our drooped energies with the usual forty drops."
'What difference is it to you what becomes of ye when the breath's out of your body? Oh, it do trouble me! If you only knew how he do chevy me round the chimmer in my dreams, you'd pity me. How I could do it I can't think! But 'ch was always so rackless!...If I only had anybody to plead for me!" "Mrs. Melbury would, I am sure." "Ay; but he wouldn't hearken to she!
Two mail coaches the Blucher and the Chevy Chase ran through Melrose every day. People went to the post office for their letters, and paid for them on delivery. My two elder sisters Agnes, who died of consumption at the age of 16, and Jessie, afterwards Mrs.
Was it 'Come, shepherds, deck your heads'? or, 'As at noon Dulcina rested'? or, 'Phillida flouts me'? or, 'Chevy Chase'? or, 'Johnny Armstrong'? or, 'Troy Town'?" ISAAC WALTON, The Complete Angler We have already considered, at the beginning of the previous chapter, the general relationship of the three chief types of poetry.
We sang "Chevy Chase" from end to end, and then chaunted the 119th Psalme; and by the time we had attained to Lucerna Pedibus, I heard the buttermilk separating and splashing in righte earnest. 'Twas neare midnighte, however. Gillian thinketh our Latin brake the spell. June 21. I walked with William juxta fluvium, and he talked not badlie of his travels.
He chatted entertainingly concerning the Second Pointed style of architecture; translated many of the epitaphs; and was abundant in interesting information as to Robert Bruce, and Michael Scott, and the rencounter of Chevy Chase. "Oh, but observe," said Mr. Sheridan, more lately, "our only covering is the dome of heaven.
Why, the legend of King Arthur, and Chevy Chase too, of which even your fellow-sinner Sidney cannot deny that every time he hears it even from a blind fiddler it stirs his heart like a trumpet-blast. Speak well of the bridge that carries you over, man! Did you find your Redcross Knight in Virgil, or such a dame as Una in old Ovid?
King James can say, "Scotland may witness be I have not any captain more Of such account as he." Like tidings to King Henry came Within as short a space, That Percy of Northumberland Was slain at Chevy Chase. "Now God be with him!" said our king, "Since it will no better be; I trust I have within my realm Five hundred as good as he."
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