Waverley Novels ...: The pirateBlack, 1853 |
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4 ÆäÀÌÁö
... fair wind out of a foul one , and run before the gale in quest of some object of curiosity which lay under our lee . With these purposes of public utility and some personal amuse- ment in view , we left the port of Leith on the 26th ...
... fair wind out of a foul one , and run before the gale in quest of some object of curiosity which lay under our lee . With these purposes of public utility and some personal amuse- ment in view , we left the port of Leith on the 26th ...
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... fair - haired and blue - eyed daughters of Thule this mysterious and pensive stranger might have found some one to take upon herself the task of con- solation , had he shewn any willingness to accept such kindly offices ; but , far from ...
... fair - haired and blue - eyed daughters of Thule this mysterious and pensive stranger might have found some one to take upon herself the task of con- solation , had he shewn any willingness to accept such kindly offices ; but , far from ...
21 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Fair Isle in 1814 , a poor lad of fourteen had been killed by a fall from the rocks about a fortnight before our arrival . The accident happened almost within sight of his mother , who was casting peats at no great distance . The body ...
... Fair Isle in 1814 , a poor lad of fourteen had been killed by a fall from the rocks about a fortnight before our arrival . The accident happened almost within sight of his mother , who was casting peats at no great distance . The body ...
24 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Fair Bessy Bell I looed yestreen , And thought I ne'er could alter ; But Mary Gray's twa pawky een Have garr'd my fancy falter . " Scots Song . WE have already mentioned Minna and Brenda , the daughters of Magnus Troil . Their mother ...
... Fair Bessy Bell I looed yestreen , And thought I ne'er could alter ; But Mary Gray's twa pawky een Have garr'd my fancy falter . " Scots Song . WE have already mentioned Minna and Brenda , the daughters of Magnus Troil . Their mother ...
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... Fair - isle or Foulah . And fare thee well , my pretty Brenda , and keep a thought for me , should the Paba men dance ever so well . " " Take care of yourself , since go you will , " said both sisters , together . Old Magnus scolded ...
... Fair - isle or Foulah . And fare thee well , my pretty Brenda , and keep a thought for me , should the Paba men dance ever so well . " " Take care of yourself , since go you will , " said both sisters , together . Old Magnus scolded ...
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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.