Waverley Novels ...: The pirateBlack, 1853 |
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... replied Magnus , " you have no idea of your under- taking . If you think it a comfortable roadstead like this , with ... Mordaunt . Now , I would rather listen to their little voices , than the skylark which I once heard in Caithness , or the ...
... replied Magnus , " you have no idea of your under- taking . If you think it a comfortable roadstead like this , with ... Mordaunt . Now , I would rather listen to their little voices , than the skylark which I once heard in Caithness , or the ...
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... replied the old woman , with a pathetic whine ; " the Berserkars were ... Mordaunt . " Now , my father never likes to think of his passion after it is ... Mordaunt had reported that his father had taken no notice of this change of diet ...
... replied the old woman , with a pathetic whine ; " the Berserkars were ... Mordaunt . " Now , my father never likes to think of his passion after it is ... Mordaunt had reported that his father had taken no notice of this change of diet ...
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... Mordaunt Mertoun bade adieu to the family , pleading the necessity of his return to Jarlshof . The proposal was ... replied Mordaunt , " even if I should never rise on tiptoe again . And where good dancers are found , Brenda Troil will ...
... Mordaunt Mertoun bade adieu to the family , pleading the necessity of his return to Jarlshof . The proposal was ... replied Mordaunt , " even if I should never rise on tiptoe again . And where good dancers are found , Brenda Troil will ...
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... replied Mordaunt , " Trust me , the world has few grander sensations than when one is perched in mid - air between a high - browed cliff and a roaring ocean , the rope by which you are sustained seeming scarce stronger than a silken ...
... replied Mordaunt , " Trust me , the world has few grander sensations than when one is perched in mid - air between a high - browed cliff and a roaring ocean , the rope by which you are sustained seeming scarce stronger than a silken ...
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... replied the uninvited guest , a stout , vulgar little man , who had indeed ... Mordaunt , not without some apparent sympathy with the surprise , if not ... Mordaunt applied themselves at once to the party addressed , in order to deprecate ...
... replied the uninvited guest , a stout , vulgar little man , who had indeed ... Mordaunt , not without some apparent sympathy with the surprise , if not ... Mordaunt applied themselves at once to the party addressed , in order to deprecate ...
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amongst ancient answered arms ashore Baby better betwixt boat Boatswain Brenda Bryce Snailsfoot Burgh-Westra called Captain Cleveland Claud Halcro command crew dance daughters Dick Fletcher eyes fair father favour fear Fitful-head gentleman gentlemen of fortune glorious John Goffe guests hand hear heard heart Heaven honest honour islands isles jagger Jarlshof John Dryden Kirkwall land Lerwick look Magnus Troil maiden mair manner Master mind Minna Troil Mistress Mordaunt Mertoun never Norna Norse occasion old Norse once Orcadian Orkney pedlar pirate poor Provost Ranzelman replied Mordaunt rock sail Saint Magnus Saint Ninian scarce Scotland seemed shewed shore sister sloop song speak spoke stone stood stranger Swertha tell thee thing thou thought tion tone Triptolemus Yellowley turned Udaller vessel voice waves weel wild wind woman word young youth Zetland
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27 psl. - 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.
230 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...
170 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.
190 psl. - E'en the last lingering fiction of the brain, The church-yard ghost, is now at rest again; And all these wayward wanderings of my youth Fly Reason's power and shun the light of truth.
182 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, voices...
379 psl. - Now the storm begins to lour. Haste the loom of hell prepare, Iron sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darken'd air.
161 psl. - And helter-skelter have I rode to thee, And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys, And golden times, and happy news of price.