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... daunt . That's the very thing , Swertha , " said Mor- " Now , my father never likes to think of his passion after it is over , and is so much of a Berserkar , that , let him be desperate as he will to - day , he will not care about it ...
... daunt . That's the very thing , Swertha , " said Mor- " Now , my father never likes to think of his passion after it is over , and is so much of a Berserkar , that , let him be desperate as he will to - day , he will not care about it ...
52 ÆäÀÌÁö
... daunt were peculiarly devoted . He seemed , in general , to treat them as an affectionate and attached brother might have treated two sis- ters , so equally dear to him that a breath would have turned the scale of affection . Or if , at ...
... daunt were peculiarly devoted . He seemed , in general , to treat them as an affectionate and attached brother might have treated two sis- ters , so equally dear to him that a breath would have turned the scale of affection . Or if , at ...
55 ÆäÀÌÁö
... daunt returning to Jarlshof . If his father desired to see him , which , by the way , Magnus did not believe , Mr Mertoun had only to throw himself into the stern of Sweyn's boat , or betake himself to a poney , if he liked a land ...
... daunt returning to Jarlshof . If his father desired to see him , which , by the way , Magnus did not believe , Mr Mertoun had only to throw himself into the stern of Sweyn's boat , or betake himself to a poney , if he liked a land ...
57 ÆäÀÌÁö
... daunt , laughing , " any more than to - morrow ? " O , the morning mist lies heavy upon yonder chain of isles , nor has it permitted us since day- break even a single glimpse of Fitful - Head , the lofty cape that concludes yon splendid ...
... daunt , laughing , " any more than to - morrow ? " O , the morning mist lies heavy upon yonder chain of isles , nor has it permitted us since day- break even a single glimpse of Fitful - Head , the lofty cape that concludes yon splendid ...
65 ÆäÀÌÁö
... daunt reached the house of this worthy agri- culturist , the only refuge from the relentless storm which he could hope for several miles ; and going straight to the door , with the most undoubting confidence of instant admission , he ...
... daunt reached the house of this worthy agri- culturist , the only refuge from the relentless storm which he could hope for several miles ; and going straight to the door , with the most undoubting confidence of instant admission , he ...
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50 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.
49 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.
297 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tom, as they used to call him — somewhat roughly treated by the glorious John, you remember — Mordaunt, you remember — Methinks I see the new Arion sail, The lute still trembling underneath thy nail ; At thy well-sharpen'd thumb, from shore to shore, The trebles squeak for fear, the basses roar.