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... songs about . " 66 Ay , ay , fish of my 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 ...
... songs about . " 66 Ay , ay , fish of my 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 ...
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... song , the dance , and the wine- cup . Amid the revels of this merry , though rigorous season , no youth added more spirit to the dance , or glee to the revel , than the young stranger , Mordaunt Mertoun . When his father's state of ...
... song , the dance , and the wine- cup . Amid the revels of this merry , though rigorous season , no youth added more spirit to the dance , or glee to the revel , than the young stranger , Mordaunt Mertoun . When his father's state of ...
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... Song . WE have already mentioned Minna and Brenda , the daughters of Magnus Troil . The mother had been dead for many years , and they were now two beautiful girls , the eldest only eighteen , which might be a year or two younger than ...
... Song . WE have already mentioned Minna and Brenda , the daughters of Magnus Troil . The mother had been dead for many years , and they were now two beautiful girls , the eldest only eighteen , which might be a year or two younger than ...
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... song you sing . " 66 99 . Nay , " said Mordaunt ; " I had only some curiosity to see the new implements he has brought . " Ay , ay , ferlies makes fools fain . I would like to know if his new plough will bear against a Zetland rock ...
... song you sing . " 66 99 . Nay , " said Mordaunt ; " I had only some curiosity to see the new implements he has brought . " Ay , ay , ferlies makes fools fain . I would like to know if his new plough will bear against a Zetland rock ...
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... song . WE can only hope that the gentle reader has not found the latter part of the last chapter extremely tedious ; but , at any rate , his impatience will scarce equal that of young Mordaunt Mertoun , who , while the lightning came ...
... song . WE can only hope that the gentle reader has not found the latter part of the last chapter extremely tedious ; but , at any rate , his impatience will scarce equal that of young Mordaunt Mertoun , who , while the lightning came ...
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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...