Waverley Novels: From the Last Rev. Ed., Containing the Author's Final Corrections, Notes, &c, Volumen 12S.H. Parker and B.B. Mussey, 1852 |
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... give any note of prepa- ration within . Mordaunt's wrathful impatience was now changed into sympathy and alarm ; for , so long accustomed to the ex- uberant hospitality of the Zetland islands , he was imme- diately induced to suppose ...
... give any note of prepa- ration within . Mordaunt's wrathful impatience was now changed into sympathy and alarm ; for , so long accustomed to the ex- uberant hospitality of the Zetland islands , he was imme- diately induced to suppose ...
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... gives you for nothing . These good ribs of oak did their last duty upon earth and ocean , when they could hold no longer together under the brave hearts that manned the bark . " " And that's true , too , " said the old woman , softening ...
... gives you for nothing . These good ribs of oak did their last duty upon earth and ocean , when they could hold no longer together under the brave hearts that manned the bark . " " And that's true , too , " said the old woman , softening ...
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... give the young man some dry clothes , and to see about getting something for him to eat , than to sit there bleezing away with your lang tales , as if the weather were not windy enow with- out your help ; and maybe the lad would drink ...
... give the young man some dry clothes , and to see about getting something for him to eat , than to sit there bleezing away with your lang tales , as if the weather were not windy enow with- out your help ; and maybe the lad would drink ...
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... give a Scots lass a groat of English siller . " " And that's the maist sensible word ye have said this blessed morning . - Weel , but Tronda kens this lad weel , and she has often spoke to me about him . They call his father the Silent ...
... give a Scots lass a groat of English siller . " " And that's the maist sensible word ye have said this blessed morning . - Weel , but Tronda kens this lad weel , and she has often spoke to me about him . They call his father the Silent ...
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... give you no thanks , " she said , " for my refreshment , for you bid me not welcome to it ; and thanks bestowed on a chur are like the dew of heaven on the cliffs of Foulah , where it finds nought that can be refreshed by its influences ...
... give you no thanks , " she said , " for my refreshment , for you bid me not welcome to it ; and thanks bestowed on a chur are like the dew of heaven on the cliffs of Foulah , where it finds nought that can be refreshed by its influences ...
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amongst ancient answered arms ashore Baby betwixt boat boatswain Brenda Bryce Snailsfoot Bunce Burgh-Westra called Captain Cleveland Claud Halcro Cleve command crew dance dark daughters Dick Fletcher eyes fair father favour fear Fitful-head gentlemen of fortune glorious John Goffe guests hand hear heard heart Heaven honest honour islands isles jagger Jarlshof John Dryden Kirkwall land look Magnus Troil maiden manner matter mind Minna Troil Mistress Mordaunt Mertoun never Norna Norse occasion Odin old Norse once Orcadian Orkney pedlar pirate poor provost ranzelman replied Mordaunt rock sail Saint Magnus Saint Ninian scarce Scotland seemed shore sister sloop song speak spirit spoke stood stranger Swertha tell thee thing thou thought tion tone Triptolemus Yellowley turn Udaller vessel voice waves weel wild wind woman word young youth Zetland
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Página 187 - 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.
Página 119 - A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity; Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit.
Página 235 - 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.
Página 194 - 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...
Página 31 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright Meets in her aspect and her eyes, Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Página 60 - I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set Our foot upon some reverend history...
Página 162 - Portugal I sung, Was but the prelude to that glorious day, When thou on silver Thames didst cut thy way, With...