Tom Cringle's Log, Volume 1William Blackwood, Edinburgh; and T. Cadell, ... London., 1834 - 384 páginas |
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... taken our departure from Har- wich before we saw Heligoland light . We then bore away for Cuxhaven , and I now knew for the first time that we had a govern- ment emissary of some kind or another on board , although he had hitherto ...
... taken our departure from Har- wich before we saw Heligoland light . We then bore away for Cuxhaven , and I now knew for the first time that we had a govern- ment emissary of some kind or another on board , although he had hitherto ...
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... taken aback ; but he hailed again , still in German . " Parole , " replied the man . A pause . " The watch- word , or I fire . " We had none to give . " Pull round , men , " said the lieutenant 10 THE LAUNCHING OF THE LOG .
... taken aback ; but he hailed again , still in German . " Parole , " replied the man . A pause . " The watch- word , or I fire . " We had none to give . " Pull round , men , " said the lieutenant 10 THE LAUNCHING OF THE LOG .
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... taken off , and replaced by a pair of slipshod slippers ; his splashed white kerseymere panta- loons , seamed with gold , resting on the unfrayed velvet cushion ; his blue coat , covered with rich embroidery at the bosom and collar ...
... taken off , and replaced by a pair of slipshod slippers ; his splashed white kerseymere panta- loons , seamed with gold , resting on the unfrayed velvet cushion ; his blue coat , covered with rich embroidery at the bosom and collar ...
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... taken so very ill , and he has not for- gotten it ; so I am not included amongst the unfortunate détenus for the payment of the fine . But that is not all ; for I am allowed to go to - morrow to my father's , and here is my passport ...
... taken so very ill , and he has not for- gotten it ; so I am not included amongst the unfortunate détenus for the payment of the fine . But that is not all ; for I am allowed to go to - morrow to my father's , and here is my passport ...
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... taken the small liberty of turning me out of my own house in Hamburgh - mention last night at supper . But a man like Davoust cannot be judged of by common rules . He has , in short , taken a fancy to me , for which you may thank your ...
... taken the small liberty of turning me out of my own house in Hamburgh - mention last night at supper . But a man like Davoust cannot be judged of by common rules . He has , in short , taken a fancy to me , for which you may thank your ...
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Página 374 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 351 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Página 192 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Página 253 - O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
Página 245 - IT is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard ; It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whispered word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue...
Página 245 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word; And gentle winds and waters near Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
Página 25 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Página 341 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined and unknown.
Página 177 - And Elijah said to his servant, Go up now, and look towards the sea; and he went up, and looked, and said, There is nothing. And he said, Go again seven times; and it came to pass the seventh time, that he said, Behold, there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand.
Página 167 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense - the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?