The pirate. By the author of 'Waverley'. |
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... wave upon a rock . " Trees , Sir Factor - talk not to me of trees ! I care not though there never be one on the island , tall enough to hang a coxcomb upon . We will have no trees but those that rise in our havens — the good trees that ...
... wave upon a rock . " Trees , Sir Factor - talk not to me of trees ! I care not though there never be one on the island , tall enough to hang a coxcomb upon . We will have no trees but those that rise in our havens — the good trees that ...
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... wave , Stringing beads of glistering pearl , Singing the achievements brave Of inany an old Norwegian earl ; Dwelling where the tempest's raving Falls as light upon our ear , As the sigh of lover , craving Pity from his lady dear , See ...
... wave , Stringing beads of glistering pearl , Singing the achievements brave Of inany an old Norwegian earl ; Dwelling where the tempest's raving Falls as light upon our ear , As the sigh of lover , craving Pity from his lady dear , See ...
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... waves were foaming , Watching the infant tempest's course , Chasing the sea - snake in his roaming ; From winding charge - notes on the shell , When the huge whale and sword - fish duel , Or tolling shroudless seamen's knell , When the ...
... waves were foaming , Watching the infant tempest's course , Chasing the sea - snake in his roaming ; From winding charge - notes on the shell , When the huge whale and sword - fish duel , Or tolling shroudless seamen's knell , When the ...
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... waves glistening and rippling under the influence of a broad moonlight , which , added to the strong twilight of these regions during the summer solstice , left no reason to regret the absence of the sun , the path of whose setting was ...
... waves glistening and rippling under the influence of a broad moonlight , which , added to the strong twilight of these regions during the summer solstice , left no reason to regret the absence of the sun , the path of whose setting was ...
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... waves broke on the bar ; but hitherto he had rather injured than mended his condition , having got himself partly aground , and lying therefore particu- larly exposed to the meditated attack . At this moment the enemy came down upon him ...
... waves broke on the bar ; but hitherto he had rather injured than mended his condition , having got himself partly aground , and lying therefore particu- larly exposed to the meditated attack . At this moment the enemy came down upon him ...
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amongst ancient answered arms believe betwixt boats bosom Bryce Snaelsfoot Burgh Burgh-Westra called Captain Cleveland Claud Halcro Cleve dame dance dare dark daugh daughters deep dwarf Dwarfie Stone Eric Scambester Erlend fair father favour fear fish Fitful-head glorious John guests hand hastily hear heard heart Heaven Hialtland honest instantly islands jagger Jarlshof John Dryden kinswoman Kirk Kirkwall knew Lady Glourourum land laugh Lerwick look lover Magnus Troil maiden Master Mordaunt mind Minna Troil Mistress Mordaunt Mertoun Nereid never night Norna Norse Norsemen Odin old Norse Orkney pause poor replied Cleveland rhyme rock rude Saint Magnus scarce seemed shore sister smile speak spoke stranger Swertha tale tell thee thing thou thought Thule tide tion tone Triptolemus Udaller Udaller's usual voice Voluspa waves Westra whale wild wind woman words yawl Yellowley young Zetland
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