Rampling sketches in the Far north, and Orcadian musingsSimpkin, Marshall, 1883 - 177页 |
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amongst ancient beautiful Birsay boat Brough Caithness called century chapel Church dance it goes deud Earl Eday elves erected fair fairies feet Finstown fish Flotta giorten han grun Gisli grey grun oarlac heard hills inches inscription island isles Jarl King Kirkwall Lady land loch Longhope Mammie Mansie mermaid merry mound mountain night Norse Norsemen North Sea o'er Orcadian Orkney Orkneyinga Saga Orphir parish passed peats Pentland Firth Queen Mary's remains rock round Rousay Saga sailed says scene Scotland Scowan urla grun seems seen selchie selkie sheep Shetland sheu shore SKETCH spirits spot St Magnus St Margaret's Hope Stenness story Stromness Stronsay summer thee thoo Thorfinn thou tide comes flowing Torquil trows tumuli vessel Vikings walls waves Whar giorten wild wind witch woman wonderful Zetland
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第102页 - And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down They looked at the squall, and they looked at the shower, And the night-rack came rolling up ragged and brown. But men must work, and women must weep, Though storms be sudden, and waters deep, And the harbour bar be moaning.
第56页 - Now the storm begins to lower, (Haste, the loom of hell prepare,) Iron-sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darken'd air. Glittering lances are the loom, Where the dusky warp we strain, Weaving many a soldier's doom, Orkney's woe, and Randver's bane.
第72页 - Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St. Clair.
第58页 - Sisters, weave the web of death ; Sisters, cease, the work is done. Hail the task, and hail the hands! Songs of joy and triumph sing!