"They are about as gay a crowd as one could find north of Carlisle just at present.

So great an Assembly of Ladies placed in gradual Rows in all the Ornaments of Jewels, Silk and Colours, gave so lively and gay an Impression to the Heart, that methought the Season of the Year was vanished; and I did not think it an ill Expression of a young Fellow who stood near me, that called the Boxes Those Beds of Tulips.

The three came toward where Robin Hood sat, all the band staring with might and main, for never had they seen so gay a sight as this young Page, nor one so richly clad in silks and velvets and gold and jewels.

"There was a battle at Bennington, where General Stark's men whipped the Brunswick troops and took equipments for a thousand cavalry, so that now you should see our Legion of Horse, so gay in their buff-and-blue and their new helmets and great, spurred jack-boots and bright sabres!

So gay the dancing of her feet, So like a garden her soft breath, So sweet the smile upon her face, She charms the very heart of death.

Young girls were gathered on the platforms at the little stations where they stopped sometimes; it was the grand excitement of the place,the coming of the train,and to these village lasses was what the piazzas or the springs are to gay dwellers at Saratoga.

Your pardon, sweet Alcander, I protest I am Not in so gay an humour.

Am I not as gay a lady-love As ever clipt in arms a noble knight?

It was the humour of Dave to suppose this lady a peeress of the old régime, one who had led far too gay a life and, come now to a dishonoured old age, was yet cynical and unrepentant.

Am I not as gay a lady-love As ever clipt in arms a noble knight?

7. HIGHWAYMEN, evidence of H. Walpole, Wesley, and Baretti as to their frequency, iii. 239, n. 1; Gay their Orpheus, ii. 367, n. 1; question of shooting them, iii. 239, 240, n. 1. HILL, Dr. Sir John, account of him, ii. 38, n. 2, 39, n. 2; wrote Mrs. Glasses Cookery, iii. 285; in the Heroic Epistle, iv.

And by hire girdle heng a purse of lether, Tasseled with silk and perlëd with latoun,[60] In all this world to seken up and doun Ther n'is no man so wise that coude thenche So gay a popelot or swiche a wenche.

The Woodhall and Weldon and Felton so gay, And Brinkburn and Linden, wi' a' their sweet pride, For they add to the beauty of dear Coquetside." Written in 1826 Felton, a charmingly placed little village, on the banks of the river where they are overhung by graceful woods, and diversified by cliff and grassy slope, stands just where the great North Road crosses the Coquet.

He beheld his countrymen, like the Israelites of yore, led into the desert; but his merely human eye could not foresee that, after the extinction of a whole raceafter a longer pilgrimage than that of the followers of Mosesthe Scottish people should at length arrive at that promised land, of which the favourers of the Union held forth so gay a prospect.

There were many unmasked and high-born dames, whirling about in their boats, attended by cavaliers in rich attire, and here and there appeared a pair of dark lustrous eyes, peeping through the silk of a visor, that concealed some countenance too youthful for exposure in so gay a scene.

Half an hour before we were as gay a little sloop as ever floated, with a crew of 120 as fine fellows as ever manned a British man-of-war.

And the blackbird piped: you never heard Half so gay a song from any bird, Full of quips and wiles, Now so round and rich, now soft and slow, All for love of that sweet face below, Dimpled o'er with smiles.

He was utterly unfitted for the former, being too gay a spirit to sit down and calculate chances.

And I wondered if ever the poor old stumbling crone, wizened like a two-year-old winter apple, had been as light and gay a thing as our dainty rose-leaf girl.

They turned head over heels, over and over each other, up and down, catching and slipping, and adjusting their balance, in time to gay tunes.

The pride of ancestry may be had on cheaper terms than to be obliged to an importunate race of ancestors; and the coatless antiquary in his unemblazoned cell, revolving the long line of a Mowbray's or De Clifford's pedigree, at those sounding names may warm himself into as gay a vanity as those who do inherit them.

She was gay the whole voyage, sung to her harpsichord, and left the door of her cabin open.

Don't gay a word, mother; I must go.

I remember just how the poor girl looked as she sat leaning against the tree, her cheeks flushed by the heat of the summer afternoon, that look of distress in her eyes as she looked around so brightly and with so gay an air over my little kingdom.

What woman wouldn't, that was gay an' lively an' young, an' had been so lonesome like your ma had?