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added affection ancient answered appearance arms asked Baby believe better betwixt boat Brenda Bunce Burgh-Westra called Captain character Claud Halcro Cleveland command course dance dark daughters desirous eyes fair father fear feelings give Halcro hand head hear heard heart hold islands kind Kirkwall land least leave length less light live look Magnus Troil manner Master means Mertoun mind Minna Mordaunt natural never Norna Note observed occasion once passed perhaps person pirate poor present reason received replied rest rock round Saint scarce seemed seen sister soon speak spirit stone stood stranger supposed sure Swertha tell thing thou thought tone Triptolemus turn Udaller usual vessel voice whole wild wind wish Yellowley young Zetland
118 psl. - I fear, too early : for my mind misgives, Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels...
143 psl. - 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.
197 psl. - 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...
276 psl. - Goes on to sea, and knows not to retire. With roomy decks, her guns of mighty strength, Whose low-laid mouths each mounting billow laves : Deep in her draught, and warlike in her length, She seems a sea-wasp flying on the waves.
154 psl. - 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...
302 psl. - Pierre, whene'er thou seest my fears Betray me less, to rip this heart of mine Out of my breast, and show it for a coward's.
183 psl. - Farewell ! farewell ! the voice you hear Has left its last soft tone with you ; Its next must join the seaward cheer, And shout among the shouting crew.
285 psl. - Sancho's gossip, Thomas Cecial, was apt to use the most energetic word which came to hand, without accurately considering its propriety.) " I would give my share of the next prize but to hear her spout, Away, begone, and give a whirlwind room, Or I will blow you up like dust. Avaunt ! Madness but meanly represents my rage.