Ebook Torquil or the Days of Olaf Tryggvason

Torquil or The Days of Olaf Tryggvason.

Part First.

I.

The waves were running wild and high,
Their foam crests white against the sky;
The clouds athwart the dome of Heaven
Burst angrily in gleams of levin;
The thunder's savage roaring came
After each flash of livid flame.
A strange, wild scene, that storm-beat isle,
Cleft by the sea from fair Argyle,
With barren cliffs of deep grey rock,
Storm-washed by every tempest's shock,
With hoary mountains, bleak and bare,
Rearing their summits in mid-air.