 | Walter Scott - 1859 - 420 頁
...without a ransom." " Morris," said I, " has already paid the last ransom which mortal man can owe." "Eh! What?" exclaimed my companion hastily; "what...distinct account of the death of Morris. He struck the butt of his gun with great vehemence against the ground, and broke out — "I vow to God, such a deed... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart [novels, collected]) - 1862 - 352 頁
...in the skirmish tíe was killed ?" " He was slain in cold blood, after the fight was over, Mr Camp" Cold blood? — Damnation!" he said, muttering betwixt...— my foot is on my native heath, and my name is МaеGregor !" His passions were obviously irritated ; but, without noticing the rudeness of his tone,... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1864 - 356 頁
...without a ransom." " Morris," said I, " has already paid the last ransom which mortal man can owe." " Eh ! What ? " exclaimed my companion hastily ; " what...distinct account of the death of Morris. He struck the butt of his gun with great vehemence against the ground, and broke out — " I vow to God, such a deed... | |
 | esq Henry Jenkins - 1864 - 800 頁
...fight was over, Mr. Campbell." "Cold blood! how fell that, sir ? Speak out, sir, and do not Maieter or Campbell me — my foot is on my native heath, and my name is Mac Gregor"! "—(535. WE spent, accordingly, one hospitable day with the baillie ; and took leave... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1865 - 504 頁
...Stanza 21. Sea of up-turned faces. Rob Rog. Chapter 20. There 'sa gude time coming. Ibid. Chapter 32. My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor. Ibid. Chapter 34. Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One... | |
 | Acrostics - 1867 - 302 頁
...garden now in pleuty I am seen, Yet once was brought from Holland to please an English queen. ES 88. " My foot is on my native heath, and my name is Macgregor." 1. Onp of our tribe as red was known, Though blue has mostly been the dye Of coat and vest In which... | |
 | Oliver Optic - 1873 - 948 頁
...while, now." And away went Morton over the top of the wood-pile, and the garden fence, shouting, " ' My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.' " Morton came to anchor at last under a summer-sweet apple tree called Uncle Joseph's tree, from a... | |
 | Treasury - 1869 - 474 頁
...Stan2a 21. Sea of up-turned faces. Rob Roy. chapterXx. There 'sa gudc time coming. ibid. Chapter nan. My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor. md. Chapterxxxiv. Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One... | |
 | Harriet Barton - 1870 - 234 頁
...to death after the fight was over." " Put to death ! " said Rob, " what do you mean ? Do not ' Mr. Campbell ' me. My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor ! " Then Frank told him all the dreadful story of the murder of Morris, and MacGregor was very sorry... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1870 - 496 頁
...278 ; Jarvie's account of the robbeiy, 297 ; thrown into Loch Ard, 356 ; account of the robbery, 387. My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor ! 385. My sons weavers ! 392. NARRATIVE, seductive love of, 54. Nick, young, and auld Nick, 257. Nicol... | |
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Damnation !" he said, muttering betwixt his teeth — " How fell that, sir ? Speak out, sir, and do not Maister or Campbell me — my foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor... 
