The Pirate, Volúmenes 1-3Archibald Constable and Company; and Hurst, Robinson, and Company, London., 1822 - 346 páginas |
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Sir Walter Scott. from the passing sun - beam a tinge of gold , but darkens again when the ray has passed from it . Her eye , her mouth , the beautiful row of teeth ; which , in her innocent vivacity , were frequently disclosed ; the ...
Sir Walter Scott. from the passing sun - beam a tinge of gold , but darkens again when the ray has passed from it . Her eye , her mouth , the beautiful row of teeth ; which , in her innocent vivacity , were frequently disclosed ; the ...
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... passed for a divining rod . Such were the appearance , features , and attire of Norna of the Fitful - head , upon whom many of the inhabitants of the island looked with obser vance , many with fear , and almost all with a sort of ...
... passed for a divining rod . Such were the appearance , features , and attire of Norna of the Fitful - head , upon whom many of the inhabitants of the island looked with obser vance , many with fear , and almost all with a sort of ...
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... passing away , and the apprehended danger was already over ; but it was not improbable that this issue had been for some time foreseen by the Pythoness , through signs of the weather , imperceptible to those who had not dwelt long in ...
... passing away , and the apprehended danger was already over ; but it was not improbable that this issue had been for some time foreseen by the Pythoness , through signs of the weather , imperceptible to those who had not dwelt long in ...
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... passed them with a look of the most sovereign contempt , and walking to the table on which the preparations for Mrs Barbara's frugal meal were already disposed , she filled a small wooden quaigh from an earthen pitcher which contained ...
... passed them with a look of the most sovereign contempt , and walking to the table on which the preparations for Mrs Barbara's frugal meal were already disposed , she filled a small wooden quaigh from an earthen pitcher which contained ...
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... passed , Swertha ? " " In troth has it , Master Mordaunt , " answered the gouvernante ; " and your father is very rea- sonably good - natured for him , poor gentleman . I spake to him twice yesterday without his speak- ing first ; and ...
... passed , Swertha ? " " In troth has it , Master Mordaunt , " answered the gouvernante ; " and your father is very rea- sonably good - natured for him , poor gentleman . I spake to him twice yesterday without his speak- ing first ; and ...
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Página 50 - 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.
Página 49 - 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.
Página 297 - Tom, as they used to call him — somewhat roughly treated by the glorious John, you remember — Mordaunt, you remember — Methinks I see the new Arion sail, The lute still trembling underneath thy nail ; At thy well-sharpen'd thumb, from shore to shore, The trebles squeak for fear, the basses roar.