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Altamont amongst arms ashore better betwixt blood boat Boatswain Brenda Bryce Snaelsfoot Burgh Burgh-Westra Captain Cleveland Captain Weatherport Claud Halcro Cleve command crew dare daugh daughters devil Dick Fletcher dwarf eyes fair farewell father favour fear Fitful-head Fletcher folks followed gentleman gentlemen of fortune glorious John Goffe hand hear heard heart Heaven honest honour island Jack Bunce Jarlshoff John Dryden kinswoman Kirkwall land look Magistrates Magnus Troil maiden manner Master Minna Troil Mistress Mordaunt Mertoun mother muttered never Norse Orcadian Orkney Pacolet pirate poor Provost replied Cleveland rhime rovers rude sail Saint Magnus Saint Ronan scarce seemed shewed ship silence sister sloop sorrow speak spirit spoke stood Stromness Bay Swertha tell thee thing thou thought tide tone Triptolemus turned Udaller Udaller's vessel voice Westra whilk wild wind word Yellowley yonder young Zetland
Popular passages
Page 230 - Some of their chiefs were princes of the land; In the first rank of these did Zimri stand, A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome...
Page 219 - 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.
Page 71 - 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...
Page 239 - Over the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves ; Under floods that are deepest, Which Neptune obey ; Over rocks that are steepest Love will find out the way.
Page 270 - Pierre, whene'er thou seest my fears Betray me less, to rip this heart of mine Out of my breast, and show it for a coward's.
Page 241 - The country rings around with loud alarms, And raw in fields the rude militia swarms; Mouths without hands; maintained at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence; Stout once a month they march, a blustering band, And ever, but in times of need, at hand...
Page 46 - Farewell ! Farewell ! the voice you hear, Has left its last soft tone with you, — Its next must join the seaward cheer, . And shout among the shouting crew. The accents which I scarce could form Beneath your frown's controlling check, Must give the word, above the storm, To cut the mast and clear the wreck. The timid eye I dared not raise, — The hand that shook when press'd to thine, Must point the guns upon the chase, — Must bid the deadly cutlass shine.