A Painter's Camp

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Roberts brothers, 1895
 

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Page 160 - If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight ; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Page 146 - ... suddenly split asunder, and I beheld through the gap — thousands of feet overhead, as if suspended in the crystal sky — a cone of illuminated snow.
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Page 146 - Thus, hour after hour passed by and brought no change. Fitz and Sigurdr, who had begun quite to disbelieve in the existence of the island, went to bed, while I remained pacing up and down the deck anxiously questioning each quarter of the grey canopy that enveloped us. At last, about four in the morning, I fancied some change was going to take place; the heavy wreaths of vapour seemed to be imperceptibly separating, and in a few minutes more the solid roof of grey suddenly split asunder, and I beheld...
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