The Pirate, 1 tomasArchibald Constable and Company; and Hurst, Robinson, and Company, London, 1822 - 346 psl. |
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... dark hour . He was aware , in the usual case , of its approach , and retreated to an in- ner apartment , into which he never permitted even Mor- daunt to enter . Here he would abide in seclusion for days , and even weeks , only coming ...
... dark hour . He was aware , in the usual case , of its approach , and retreated to an in- ner apartment , into which he never permitted even Mor- daunt to enter . Here he would abide in seclusion for days , and even weeks , only coming ...
21 psl.
... 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 altogeth- er to absent himself from the mansion ...
... 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 altogeth- er to absent himself from the mansion ...
22 psl.
... dark romance of those Scandinavian tales , lay much that was captivating to a youthful ear ; and the classic tales of antiquity were rivalled at least , if not excelled , in Mor- daunt's opinion , by the strange legends of Berserkar ...
... dark romance of those Scandinavian tales , lay much that was captivating to a youthful ear ; and the classic tales of antiquity were rivalled at least , if not excelled , in Mor- daunt's opinion , by the strange legends of Berserkar ...
23 psl.
... dark caverns , to whose extremities nei- ther man nor skiff has ever ventured , -lonely , and often uninhabited isles , -and occasionally the ruins of ancient northern fastnesses , dimly seen by the feeble light of the Arctic winter ...
... dark caverns , to whose extremities nei- ther man nor skiff has ever ventured , -lonely , and often uninhabited isles , -and occasionally the ruins of ancient northern fastnesses , dimly seen by the feeble light of the Arctic winter ...
26 psl.
... dark eyes , the raven locks and finely pencilled brows , which showed she was , on one side at least , a stranger to the blood of Thule . Her cheek , O call it fair , not pale , was so slightly and delicately tinged with the rose , that ...
... dark eyes , the raven locks and finely pencilled brows , which showed she was , on one side at least , a stranger to the blood of Thule . Her cheek , O call it fair , not pale , was so slightly and delicately tinged with the rose , that ...
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amongst ancient answered arms better betwixt Bimbister boat Brenda Bryce Burgh-Westra called Captain Cleveland Claud Halcro dance dark daunt Drows father fear Fitful-head folks frae glorious John guests hand hastily hear heard heart heaven honest hospitality islands isles jagger Jarlshof John Dryden Kirkwall lady land laughing least Lerwick look Magnus Troil maidens mair mansion Master Mordaunt maun mind Minna Mistress Baby Mordaunt Mertoun never Norna Norse Norsemen occasion old Norse once Orkney pedler Ranzelman replied Mordaunt rience rock Scambester scarce Scotland seemed share shore sister Skerry Snaelsfoot song speak stood Stourburgh stranger Sumburgh-head Swertha tacksman tell tempest thing thou thought Thule tion tone Triptolemus Yellowley Tronda Udaller Unst usual vessel voice waves weel wild woman words young youth Zetland
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