10 ENGLISH BOOKS RELATING TO «FORFEUCHEN»
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forfeuchen in the following bibliographical selection. Books relating to
forfeuchen and brief extracts from same to provide context of its use in English literature.
... and out 0' sicht ahint the hill, richt awa like a red-deer, clean out the region 0'
Yarrow a'thegither, and far awa ayont the head 0' Ettrick into the verra heart 0'
Eskdalemuir, whar she was fun', days after, sair forfeuchen,1 ye may weel
suppose, ...
John Wilson, James Frederick Ferrier, 1856
... and out o' sioht ahint the hill, richt awa like a red-deer, clean out the region o'
Yarrow a'thegither, and far awa ayont the head o' Ettrick into the verra heart o'
Eskdalemuir, whar she was fun', days after, sair forfeuchen,1 ye may weel
suppose, ...
John Wilson, James Hogg, 1887
... out o' the black moss by demons doomed to dreary days-dargs § for their sins
in the wilderness. There was naething for't but loup — loup — loupin out o' ae pit
intil anither — hour after hour — till, sail Lost in Rannoeh. 343 forfeuchen ...
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The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of ...
... has she cheated the veryjowlers, and lauched ower her shouther at the lang
dowgs walloping ahint her, sair forfeuchen, up the benty brae — and it's no the
day that she's gaun to be killed by Rough Robin, or smooth Spring, or the red
Bick, ...
John Wilson, James Frederick Ferrier, 1865
5
The Comedy of the Noctes Ambrosianae
John Wilson, Sir John Skelton. Lost in Rannoch. 343 forfeuchen,1 I feenally gied
mysel up for lost. Drought had sooked up the pools, and left their cracked bottoms
barkened2 in the heat. The heather was sliddery as ice, aneath that torrid zone.
John Wilson, Sir John Skelton, 1876
... and out o' sioht ahint the hill, richt awa like a red-deer, clean out the region o'
Yarrow a'thegither, and far awa ayont the head o' Ettrick into the verra heart o'
Eskdalemuir, whar she was fun', days after, sair forfeuchen,1 ye may weel
suppose, ...
John Wilson, John Gibson Lockhart, William Maginn, 1892
7
The Noctes Ambrosianœ of "Blackwood".
There was naething for't but lowp— lowp — lowpin' out o' ae pit intil anither —
hour after hour — till, sair forfeuchen, I feenally gied mysell up for lost. Drought
had sooked up the pools, and left their cracked bottoms 'barkcn'd in the heat.
John Wilson, John Gibson Lockhart, William Maginn, 1843
8
Stories of the Border Marches
And there was not one man of them but ran like hunted sheep back into the
manse, and there, in the light, faced each other, forfeuchen and well-nigh
greeting like terrified bairns, that did not know the face for that of Patrick Kerr, the
laird of ...
9
The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction
There was naething for't but lowp — lowp — lowpin' out o' ae pit intil anither —
hour after hour — till, sair forfeuchen, I feenally gied mysel' up for lost. Drought
had sooked up the pools, and left their cracked bottoms barken 'd in the heat.
Reuben Percy, John Timbs, 1830
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The Spirit of the English Magazines
There was naething for't but lowp — lowp — lowpin' out o' ae pit intil anither —
hour after hour — till, sair forfeuchen, I fee- nally gied mysel' up for \ost. Drought
had sooked up the pools, and left their cracked bottoms barken'd in the heat.
