The Dialect of Craven: In the West-Riding of the County of York, Volumen2

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W. Crofts, 1828 - 359 páginas
 

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Página 327 - And the prayer of faith shall save the sick, and the Lord shall raise him up ; and if he have committed sins, they shall be forgiven him. Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed.
Página 233 - But Hannah went not up; for she said unto her husband, I will not go up until the child be weaned, and then I will bring him, that he may appear before the LORD, and there abide for ever.
Página 343 - I also will laugh at your calamity; I will mock when your fear cometh. . . . Then shall they call upon me, but I will not answer; they shall seek me early, but they shall not find me: for that they hated knowledge, and did not choose the fear of the Lord.
Página 139 - When first the Year, I heard the Cuckoo sing, And call with welcome Note the budding Spring, I straightway set a running with such Haste, Deb'rah, that won the Smock, scarce ran so fast. 'Till spent for lack of Breath, quite weary grown, Upon a rising Bank I sat adown...
Página 213 - I'm sae happy, I shall have delight To hear their little plaints, and keep them right. Wow ! Jenny, can there greater pleasure be, Than see sic wee tots toolying at your knee ; When a' they ettle at — their greatest wish, Is to be.
Página 100 - scadding of peas" is a custom in the north of boiling the common gray peas in the shell, and eating them with butter and salt, first shelling them. A bean, shell and all, is put into one of the peapods ; whoever gets this bean is to be first married.
Página 168 - ... left hand over the right shoulder, aiming at the face of the bridegroom. This was done first by all the females in rotation ; and afterwards the young men took the bride's stocking, and in the same manner threw it at her face.
Página 110 - Shakt his long locks colour'd like copper wire, And bit his tawny beard to shew his raging ire.
Página 85 - Whose daughter art thou ? tell me, I pray thee : is there room in thy father's house for us to lodge in?
Página 187 - If thou'rt the lord of this castle, Sae weel it pleases me ! For, ere I cross the Border fells, The tane of us shall die.

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