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... heart , " replied the old woman , with a pathetic whine ; " the Berserkars were champions who lived before the blessed days of Saint Olave , and who used to run like madmen on swords , and spears , and har poons , and muskets , and snap ...
... heart , " replied the old woman , with a pathetic whine ; " the Berserkars were champions who lived before the blessed days of Saint Olave , and who used to run like madmen on swords , and spears , and har poons , and muskets , and snap ...
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... hearts , whose welcome , if less loud , was as sincere as that of the jolly udaller . But it is matter which ought not to be discussed at the conclu- sion of a chapter . CHAPTER III . " O , Bessy Bell and Mary 24 THE FIRATE .
... hearts , whose welcome , if less loud , was as sincere as that of the jolly udaller . But it is matter which ought not to be discussed at the conclu- sion of a chapter . CHAPTER III . " O , Bessy Bell and Mary 24 THE FIRATE .
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... heart , and the light of his old eyes ; and though indulged to a degree which might have endangered his comfort and their own , they repaid his affection with a love , into which even blind indulgence had not introduced slight regard ...
... heart , and the light of his old eyes ; and though indulged to a degree which might have endangered his comfort and their own , they repaid his affection with a love , into which even blind indulgence had not introduced slight regard ...
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... heart be soft , I'd rather hear that widow weep and sigh , And tell the virtues of the dear - departed , Than , when the tempest sends his voice abroad , Be subject to its fury . " The Double Nuptials . THE spring was far advanced ...
... heart be soft , I'd rather hear that widow weep and sigh , And tell the virtues of the dear - departed , Than , when the tempest sends his voice abroad , Be subject to its fury . " The Double Nuptials . THE spring was far advanced ...
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... heart . But the good cummers raised such a hue and cry against this exposition , that Jasper was fain to put his fingers in his ears , and to run out of the apart- ment . " Hear to him , " said an old whigamore carline- ¡° hear to him ...
... heart . But the good cummers raised such a hue and cry against this exposition , that Jasper was fain to put his fingers in his ears , and to run out of the apart- ment . " Hear to him , " said an old whigamore carline- ¡° hear to him ...
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29 ÆäÀÌÁö - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach.
143 ÆäÀÌÁö - Portugal I sung, Was but the prelude to that glorious day, When thou on silver Thames did'st cut thy way, With...
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - If strangers sometimes conceived that her fine features were clouded by melancholy for which her age and situation could scarce have given occasion, they were soon satisfied, upon further acquaintance, that the placid mild quietude of her disposition, and the mental energy of a character which was but little interested in ordinary and trivial occurrences, was the real...