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... wild scheme enough ; but you , who are from another country , whether English , Scotch , or Irish , no one can tell " " Nor does it greatly matter , " said Mertoun , somewhat abruptly . " Not a herring's scale , " answered the Laird ...
... wild scheme enough ; but you , who are from another country , whether English , Scotch , or Irish , no one can tell " " Nor does it greatly matter , " said Mertoun , somewhat abruptly . " Not a herring's scale , " answered the Laird ...
17 ÆäÀÌÁö
... wild one - Come from where you will , I warrant you will say , like other travellers , you came from a better climate than ours , for so say you all . And yet you think of a retreat which the very natives run away from . Will you not ...
... wild one - Come from where you will , I warrant you will say , like other travellers , you came from a better climate than ours , for so say you all . And yet you think of a retreat which the very natives run away from . Will you not ...
18 ÆäÀÌÁö
... 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 Mertoun . " You will hear nothing 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 Mertoun . " You will hear nothing but the ...
20 ÆäÀÌÁö
... without complaint , but , as it seemed , with a sullen pleasure , to all the privations which so wild and desolate a situation necessarily im- posed on its inhabitant . CHAPTER II , " Tis not alone the scene - 20 THE PIRATE .
... without complaint , but , as it seemed , with a sullen pleasure , to all the privations which so wild and desolate a situation necessarily im- posed on its inhabitant . CHAPTER II , " Tis not alone the scene - 20 THE PIRATE .
21 ÆäÀÌÁö
... wild wastes , And roughly tumbling seas , which fairer views And smoother waves deny him . Ancient Drama . THE few inhabitants of the township of Jarls- hof had at first heard with alarm that a person of rank superior to their own , was ...
... wild wastes , And roughly tumbling seas , which fairer views And smoother waves deny him . Ancient Drama . THE few inhabitants of the township of Jarls- hof had at first heard with alarm that a person of rank superior to their own , was ...
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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.