The pirate. By the author of 'Waverley'. |
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... . — But what the devil has put old Magnus into such note ? he shouts as if he were trying his voice against a north- west gale of wind . » Loud indeed was the roar of the old Udal- ler , as , worn out of patience by the THE PIRATE . 3.
... . — But what the devil has put old Magnus into such note ? he shouts as if he were trying his voice against a north- west gale of wind . » Loud indeed was the roar of the old Udal- ler , as , worn out of patience by the THE PIRATE . 3.
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... wind is wailing low and dread ; From his cliff the eagle sallies , Leaves the wolf his darksome vallies ; In the mist the ravens hover , Peep the wild dogs from the cover , Screaming , croaking , baying , yelling , Each in THE PIRATE . 19.
... wind is wailing low and dread ; From his cliff the eagle sallies , Leaves the wolf his darksome vallies ; In the mist the ravens hover , Peep the wild dogs from the cover , Screaming , croaking , baying , yelling , Each in THE PIRATE . 19.
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... winds and waves are cruel ; Children of wild Thule , we Have plough'd such furrows on the sea , As the steer draws on the lea , And hither we come to share your glee . III . MERMAIDS AND MERMEN . We heard you in our twilight caves , A ...
... winds and waves are cruel ; Children of wild Thule , we Have plough'd such furrows on the sea , As the steer draws on the lea , And hither we come to share your glee . III . MERMAIDS AND MERMEN . We heard you in our twilight caves , A ...
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... wind out of each other's sails , we think sixty yards of the sea- beach , and a brace of rifles , are no bad way of making our odds even . » > « I do not understand you , Captain Cleve- land , " said Mordaunt . I do not suppose you do ...
... wind out of each other's sails , we think sixty yards of the sea- beach , and a brace of rifles , are no bad way of making our odds even . » > « I do not understand you , Captain Cleve- land , " said Mordaunt . I do not suppose you do ...
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... wind here , " said Magnus . << There is somebody has not been sleeping then , » said the pedlar , « and her name begins with N ; but Heaven is above all . >> << But the news from Orkney , Bryce , instead of croaking about a capful of wind ...
... wind here , " said Magnus . << There is somebody has not been sleeping then , » said the pedlar , « and her name begins with N ; but Heaven is above all . >> << But the news from Orkney , Bryce , instead of croaking about a capful of wind ...
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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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