Waverley Novels ...: The pirateBlack, 1853 |
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17 ÆäÀÌÁö
... eyes in which the utmost scorn seemed to contend with awakening passion . " Hark you , ye old hag , " said he at length to the housekeeper , " avoid my house this instant ! and know that I dismiss you , not for being a liar , a thief ...
... eyes in which the utmost scorn seemed to contend with awakening passion . " Hark you , ye old hag , " said he at length to the housekeeper , " avoid my house this instant ! and know that I dismiss you , not for being a liar , a thief ...
19 ÆäÀÌÁö
... eyes , and the foam flew from his lips ; and that it would be a plain tempting of Providence to put herself again in such a venture . " But , on the encouragement which she received from the son , she determined at length once more to ...
... eyes , and the foam flew from his lips ; and that it would be a plain tempting of Providence to put herself again in such a venture . " But , on the encouragement which she received from the son , she determined at length once more to ...
20 ÆäÀÌÁö
... eyes while the dark hour was upon him . Out of respect , therefore , to his parent , as well as to indulge the love of active exercise and of amusement natural to his period of life , Mordaunt used often to absent himself altogether ...
... eyes while the dark hour was upon him . Out of respect , therefore , to his parent , as well as to indulge the love of active exercise and of amusement natural to his period of life , Mordaunt used often to absent himself altogether ...
22 ÆäÀÌÁö
... eye of the experienced boatman saw the horns of the monstrous leviathan welking and waving amidst the wreaths of mist ... eyes , raised mast - head high , looks out , as it seems , for plunder or for victims . Many prodigious stories of ...
... eye of the experienced boatman saw the horns of the monstrous leviathan welking and waving amidst the wreaths of mist ... eyes , raised mast - head high , looks out , as it seems , for plunder or for victims . Many prodigious stories of ...
24 ÆäÀÌÁö
... eyes ; and although indulged to a degree which might have endangered his comfort and their own , they repaid his affection with a love , into which even blind indui- gence had not introduced slight regard , or feminine caprice . The ...
... eyes ; and although indulged to a degree which might have endangered his comfort and their own , they repaid his affection with a love , into which even blind indui- gence had not introduced slight regard , or feminine caprice . The ...
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27 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.
230 ÆäÀÌÁö - I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history; And, questionless, here in this open court, Which now lies naked to the injuries Of stormy weather, some men lie...
170 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.
190 ÆäÀÌÁö - E'en the last lingering fiction of the brain, The church-yard ghost, is now at rest again; And all these wayward wanderings of my youth Fly Reason's power and shun the light of truth.
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices...
379 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now the storm begins to lour. Haste the loom of hell prepare, Iron sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darken'd air.
161 ÆäÀÌÁö - And helter-skelter have I rode to thee, And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys, And golden times, and happy news of price.