The Sea-King A metrical romance, in six cantos. With notes, historical and illustrative. By J. Stanyan Bigg |
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“How came we here?” at length the Sea-King said;Old Orvar answered not, but shook his head;
Then holding forth his aged withered hand,
“Now gaze thou forward, let thy vision roam;
Canst thou not see yon snowy tract of land,
Bathed in the moonlight, like a streak of foam?
That land is Norway:—thither is our way,
I promise thee thou shalt behold her soon;
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Before another night has reached its noon.
That is the shore, and that the happy strand,
Where from a troublous sea, thou and thy hopes may land.”
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