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... sailing on the bay , or else on a visit to some country house , where all was merriment - the family , very often , haymaking as we arrived . Of such a kind was Bessestadr , the residence of an able and learned Icelander , Grimr ...
... sailing on the bay , or else on a visit to some country house , where all was merriment - the family , very often , haymaking as we arrived . Of such a kind was Bessestadr , the residence of an able and learned Icelander , Grimr ...
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... sailing was the order of the day , and different islands in the Faxa Fjord were made the object ; such as Videy , the seat of a very old family named Stephensson , containing the ruins of a monastery , and a print- ing press , used only ...
... sailing was the order of the day , and different islands in the Faxa Fjord were made the object ; such as Videy , the seat of a very old family named Stephensson , containing the ruins of a monastery , and a print- ing press , used only ...
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... sailing schooner , and her steam was but 40 horse power ( only auxiliary ) , but would drive her at a speed of 9 knots in smooth water . She belonged to His Serene Highness the Prince de Sayn - Wittgen- stein of Russia , was built at ...
... sailing schooner , and her steam was but 40 horse power ( only auxiliary ) , but would drive her at a speed of 9 knots in smooth water . She belonged to His Serene Highness the Prince de Sayn - Wittgen- stein of Russia , was built at ...
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... sail in 983 from one of these very islands , Eric the Red . Emigration to America from Iceland now is to the extent of three or four hundred yearly , and on the increase . The laws respecting driftwood in Iceland make it all belong to ...
... sail in 983 from one of these very islands , Eric the Red . Emigration to America from Iceland now is to the extent of three or four hundred yearly , and on the increase . The laws respecting driftwood in Iceland make it all belong to ...
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... sail , every stitch of canvas ! We left Flatey in fine weather , about mid - day following , and struck out once more for the open sea . Our course lay round the north - west penin- sula , that part of Iceland on the of Iceland on the ...
... sail , every stitch of canvas ! We left Flatey in fine weather , about mid - day following , and struck out once more for the open sea . Our course lay round the north - west penin- sula , that part of Iceland on the of Iceland on the ...
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Akureyri Amtmand anchor ancient appeared arrived beautiful became began Bergen boat Breidi Fjord built cabin called cathedral Christiania church cliffs cloud coast custom Danish deep Denmark distance earth eider duck farmhouse Faxa Fjord feet Finland fishing smack frozen Geir Zöega glacier Governor Greenland Gudmundr gunwale hand harbour Hecla height horses Iceland Iceland moss island Jon Sigurdsson journey kind king kings of Norway Knudt lake land Lars live Majesty miles mist morning mountains Muckle Flugga nations never night Norsemen Norway Norwegian once pass present writer Prince region Reikjavik reindeer right round river rock sail Scandinavia season seen Shetland ship shore side sight skipper sledge Snaefells Yokul snow snow-shoes SOGNI FJORD soon stone summit Suomis sång Sweden traveller Trondhjem Urland village wanted weather whole wind winter
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Page 129 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Page 32 - Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries. I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won from thee, Hoping to still these obstinate questionings Of thee and thine, by forcing some lone ghost, Thy messenger, to render up the tale Of what we are.
Page 51 - Silver-flashing Surges of San Salvador; From the tumbling surf, that buries The Orkneyan skerries, Answering the hoarse Hebrides; And from wrecks of ships, and drifting Spars, uplifting On the desolate, rainy seas, — Ever drifting, drifting, drifting On the shifting Currents of the restless main; Till in sheltered coves, and reaches Of sandy beaches, All have found repose again.
Page 132 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the northeast ; The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused like a frighted steed.
Page 180 - I never addressed myself in the language of decency and friendship to a woman, whether civilized or savage, without receiving a decent and friendly answer. With man it has often been otherwise. In wandering over the barren plains of inhospitable Denmark, through honest Sweden, frozen Lapland, rude and...
Page 120 - Such as gleam in ancient lore ; And the singing of the sailors, And the answer from the shore ! Most of all, the Spanish ballad Haunts me oft, and tarries long, Of the noble Count Arnaldos And the sailor's mystic song. Like the long waves on a sea-beach...
Page 182 - Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done, While our slumbrous spells assail ye, Dream not with the rising sun, Bugles here shall sound reveille. Sleep ! the deer is in his den ; Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying; Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen, How thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done, Think not of the rising sun, For at dawning to assail ye, Here no bugles sound reveille.
Page 180 - With man it has often been otherwise. In wandering over the barren plains of inhospitable Denmark, through honest Sweden, frozen Lapland, rude and churlish Finland, unprincipled Russia, and the wide-spread regions of the wandering Tartar, — if hungry, dry, cold, wet, or sick, woman has ever been friendly to me, and uniformly so ; and to add to this virtue, so worthy of the appellation of benevolence, these actions have been performed in so free and so kind a manner, that, if I was dry, I drank...
Page 43 - In the foreground was a group of silent peasant girls leaning over the parapet of a little bridge, and looking, now up at the sky, now down into the water; in the distance, a deep bell; the shade of approaching night on everything.
Page 98 - Iceland moss, in the uninhabited parts of the country.. They have, generally, a man or two with them: and the few weeks they spend in this employment in the desert, are regarded as the happiest of the whole year. They live in tents, which they remove from place to place, according to the greater or less abundance of the moss.