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... heart . At Jarlshof you will see nought but the wild waves tumbling on the bare rocks , and the Roost of Sumburgh running at the rate of fifteen knots an hour . " I shall see nothing at least of the current of human passions , " replied ...
... heart . At Jarlshof you will see nought but the wild waves tumbling on the bare rocks , and the Roost of Sumburgh running at the rate of fifteen knots an hour . " I shall see nothing at least of the current of human passions , " replied ...
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... champions you sing 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 28 THE PIRATE .
... champions you sing 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 28 THE PIRATE .
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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 conclusion of a chapter . CHAPTER III . " O , Bessy Bell and Mary THE PIRATE . 41.
... 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 conclusion of a chapter . CHAPTER III . " O , Bessy Bell and Mary THE PIRATE . 41.
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... heart , and the light of his old 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 indulgence had not introduced slight regard ...
... heart , and the light of his old 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 indulgence had not introduced slight regard ...
43 ÆäÀÌÁö
... heart of Magnus Troil . He sued and was listened to , and she became his bride ; but dying in the fifth year of their union , left him to mourn his brief period of domestic happiness . From her mother , Minna inherited the stately form ...
... heart of Magnus Troil . He sued and was listened to , and she became his bride ; but dying in the fifth year of their union , left him to mourn his brief period of domestic happiness . From her mother , Minna inherited the stately form ...
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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.