The Coila Repository: And Kilmarnock Monthly Magazine

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J. Mennons., 1818
 

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Page 385 - The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Page 253 - With that there came an arrow keen Out of an English bow, Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart, A deep and deadly blow ; Who never spoke more words than these : Fight on, my merry men all ; For why, my life is at an end, Lord Percy sees my fall.
Page 446 - Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in a tree ; it will be growing, Jock, when ye're sleeping...
Page 373 - ... impeded their view. Colter immediately pronounced it to be occasioned by Indians, and advised an instant retreat, but was accused of cowardice by Potts, who insisted that the noise was caused by buffaloes, and they proceeded on. In a few minutes...
Page 308 - On our way home, however, we discovered a body of lambs at the bottom of a deep ravine, called the Flesh...
Page 251 - Ran fiercely through the fight ; And pass'd the English archers all, Without all dread or fear ; And through earl Percy's body then He thrust his hateful spear : With such...
Page 470 - ... meaning that they should no more take up arms. The second point was thus expressed : " We hang a calabash filled with oil and medicine upon your arm.
Page 374 - Colter instantly snatched up the pointed part, with which he pinned him to the earth, and then continued his flight. The foremost of the Indians on arriving at the place stopped till others came up to join them, when they set up a hideous yell. Every moment of this time was improved by Colter, who, although fainting and exhausted, succeeded in gaining the skirting of the cotton-wood trees on the borders of the fork, through which he ran, and plunged into the river.
Page 307 - I saw him, a drover was leading him in a rope ; he was hungry, and lean, and far from being a beautiful cur, for he was all over black, and had a grim face striped with dark brown.
Page 373 - ... dreadful odds of five or six hundred against him, and those armed Indians ; therefore cunningly replied, that he was a very bad runner, although he was considered by the hunters as remarkably swift. The...

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