bleezing

And ye'll specially understand that ye're no to be bleezing and blasting about your master's name and mine, or saying that this is Mr. Bailie Nicol Jarvie o 'the

Rob Roy 1887

The trees had been shorn of their frail leaves, and the misty night was closing fast in upon the dull and short day; but the candles glittered at the shop windows, and leery-light-the-lamps was brushing about with his ladder in his oxter, and bleezing flamboy sparking out behind him.

The Life of Mansie Wauch Tailor in Dalkeith, written by himself David Macbeth Moir 1824

It was on a cold November afternoon; and really when the bit room was all redd up, the fire bleezing away, and the candles lighted, every thing looked full tosh and comfortable.

The Life of Mansie Wauch tailor in Dalkeith David Macbeth Moir 1824

When I cam to mysell, and opened my een, there were the twa lights before me, bleez-bleezing, as if they wad blast my sight out.

The Life of Mansie Wauch Tailor in Dalkeith, written by himself David Macbeth Moir 1824

When I cam to mysell, and opened my een, there were the twa lights before me, bleez-bleezing, as if they wad blast my sight out.

The Life of Mansie Wauch tailor in Dalkeith David Macbeth Moir 1824

It was on a cold November afternoon; and really when the bit room was all redd up, the fire bleezing away, and the candles lighted, every thing looked full tosh and comfortable.

The Life of Mansie Wauch Tailor in Dalkeith, written by himself David Macbeth Moir 1824

When the key of the jail door was thrawn, and the two loons brought out, there was a bumming of wonder, and maybe sorrow, among the terrible crowd, to see fellow-creatures so left alone to themselves as to have robbed an honest man's hen-house at the dead hour of night, when a fire was bleezing next door, and the howl of desolation soughing over the town like a visible judgment.

The Life of Mansie Wauch tailor in Dalkeith David Macbeth Moir 1824

When the key of the jail door was thrawn, and the two loons brought out, there was a bumming of wonder, and maybe sorrow, among the terrible crowd, to see fellow-creatures so left alone to themselves as to have robbed an honest man's hen-house at the dead hour of night, when a fire was bleezing next door, and the howl of desolation soughing over the town like a visible judgment.

The Life of Mansie Wauch Tailor in Dalkeith, written by himself David Macbeth Moir 1824

The trees had been shorn of their frail leaves, and the misty night was closing fast in upon the dull and short day; but the candles glittered at the shop windows, and leery-light-the-lamps was brushing about with his ladder in his oxter, and bleezing flamboy sparking out behind him.

The Life of Mansie Wauch tailor in Dalkeith David Macbeth Moir 1824

Alan Fairford, a return on his youth and his home, and in "Rob Roy" he revives his Highland recollections, his Highland lairds of "the blawing, bleezing stories."

The Antiquary — Volume 01 Walter Scott 1801