The Pirate, 1–3 tomaiArchibald Constable and Company; and Hurst, Robinson, and Company, London., 1822 - 346 psl. |
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... rude character , finds its natural empire over the general bosom , and produces that strong excitement which cannot be attained by the most learned compositions of the first masters , which are caviare to the common ear , although ...
... rude character , finds its natural empire over the general bosom , and produces that strong excitement which cannot be attained by the most learned compositions of the first masters , which are caviare to the common ear , although ...
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... . The final chorus was borne by the whole voices , excepting those carrying the conch - shells , who had been trained to blow them in a sort of rude The accompaniment , which had a good effect . poetry THE PIRATE . 45.
... . The final chorus was borne by the whole voices , excepting those carrying the conch - shells , who had been trained to blow them in a sort of rude The accompaniment , which had a good effect . poetry THE PIRATE . 45.
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... rude origin of a parliament . † And from which hill of Hoy , at midsummer , the sun may be seen , it is said , at midnight . So says the geographer Bleau , although , according to Dr Wallace , it cannot be the He knew , that unhappy ...
... rude origin of a parliament . † And from which hill of Hoy , at midsummer , the sun may be seen , it is said , at midnight . So says the geographer Bleau , although , according to Dr Wallace , it cannot be the He knew , that unhappy ...
133 psl.
... huge fragment of a rock , which lies in a broken and true body of the sun which is visible , but only its image refracted through some watery cloud upon the horizon . rude valley , full of stones and precipices , in THE PIRATE . 133.
... huge fragment of a rock , which lies in a broken and true body of the sun which is visible , but only its image refracted through some watery cloud upon the horizon . rude valley , full of stones and precipices , in THE PIRATE . 133.
134 psl.
Sir Walter Scott. rude valley , full of stones and precipices , in the recesses of the Ward - hill of Hoy . The inside of the stone has two couches , hewn by no earthly hand , and having a small passage between them . The door - way is ...
Sir Walter Scott. rude valley , full of stones and precipices , in the recesses of the Ward - hill of Hoy . The inside of the stone has two couches , hewn by no earthly hand , and having a small passage between them . The door - way is ...
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