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The Controversy Touching the Old Stone Mill, in the Town of Newport, Rhode ...
Charles Timothy Brooks
No preview available - 2014
11th century acres ancient architectural attributed to Professor baptistery behoof Benedict Arnold bequeath unto bounded as followeth Brown University building called daugh decease Dighton Rock East by ye erected evidence excavation facts give and bequeath heirs and assigns Helluland Indians Item Jahleel Brenton John Banister John Coggeshall Josiah Arnold late in ye lying in ye Newport aforesaid Newport Ruin nold North by land Northmen Old Mill Old Ruin Old Stone Mill oldest inhabitant Oliver Arnold parcell of land Pelham Peter Easton precincts of ye Professor Rafn Professor Scrobein report attributed Rhode Island Roger Goulding round Royal College Royal Society Society of Antiquarians Stone built Wind stone-built Thames street thereof three rod square tion Town of Newport tract Vinland West by ye wife Damaris Arnold wind-mill ye East ye land ye North ye possession ye precincts ye premises ye proper ye said Town ye sea ye South ye West
Page 7 - SPEAK! speak! thou fearful guest, Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms, Why dost thou haunt me?" Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. "I was a Viking old! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald...
Page 8 - Once as I told in glee Tales of the stormy sea, Soft eyes did gaze on me, Burning yet tender ; And as the white stars shine On the dark Norway pine, On that dark heart of mine Fell their soft splendor.
Page 9 - She was a Prince's child, I but a Viking wild, And though she blushed and smiled, I was discarded! Should not the dove so white Follow the sea-mew's flight, Why did they leave that night Her nest unguarded?
Page 8 - I wooed the blue-eyed maid, Yielding, yet half afraid, And in the forest's shade Our vows were plighted. Under its loosened vest Fluttered her little breast. Like birds within their nest By the hawk frighted.
Page 9 - As with his wings aslant, Sails the fierce cormorant, Seeking some rocky haunt, With his prey laden, So toward the open main, Beating to sea again, Through the wild hurricane, Bore I the maiden.
Page 9 - Round veered the flapping sail, Death ! was the helmsman's hail, Death without quarter ! Mid-ships with iron keel Struck we her ribs of steel ; Down her black hulk did reel Through the black water...
Page 7 - Take heed, that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse, Else dread a dead man's curse; For this I sought thee. "Far in the Northern Land, By the wild Baltic's strand, I, with my childish hand, Tamed the gerfalcon; And, with my skates fast-bound, Skimmed the half-frozen Sound, That the poor whimpering hound Trembled to walk on.
Page 9 - Scarce had I put to sea, Bearing the maid with me, Fairest of all was she Among the Norsemen! When on the white sea-strand, Waving his armed hand, Saw we old Hildebrand, With twenty horsemen.