Tom Cringle's LogGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1835 - 432 páginas |
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... length she laid it down- heaved a long deep sigh - took off her spectacles , which appeared dim , dim - wiped them , put them on again , and making a sudden effort , tore open the letter , read it hastily over , but not so rapidly as to ...
... length she laid it down- heaved a long deep sigh - took off her spectacles , which appeared dim , dim - wiped them , put them on again , and making a sudden effort , tore open the letter , read it hastily over , but not so rapidly as to ...
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... length we came to the open space on the Alster , a large parade , faced by a street of splendid houses on the left hand , with a row of trees between them , and the water on the right . There were two regiments of foot bivouacking here ...
... length we came to the open space on the Alster , a large parade , faced by a street of splendid houses on the left hand , with a row of trees between them , and the water on the right . There were two regiments of foot bivouacking here ...
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... length of the pond , thereby driving the fish into an enclosure , about twenty feet square , with a sluice towards the pond , and another fronting the dull ditch that flowed past beyond it . Whenever we had hunted the whole of the finny ...
... length of the pond , thereby driving the fish into an enclosure , about twenty feet square , with a sluice towards the pond , and another fronting the dull ditch that flowed past beyond it . Whenever we had hunted the whole of the finny ...
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... length to the right of the high precipitous bank - up which we stole in straggling parties - on which that abominable congregation of the most filthy huts ever pig grunted in is situated , called the Holy Ground . Pat Doolan's domicile ...
... length to the right of the high precipitous bank - up which we stole in straggling parties - on which that abominable congregation of the most filthy huts ever pig grunted in is situated , called the Holy Ground . Pat Doolan's domicile ...
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... length responded a voice from the merchantman . " Something wrong here , " said Mr. Splinter . " Back your maintopsail , sir , and hoist a light at the peak ; I shall send a boat on board of you . Boatswain's mate , pipe away the crew ...
... length responded a voice from the merchantman . " Something wrong here , " said Mr. Splinter . " Back your maintopsail , sir , and hoist a light at the peak ; I shall send a boat on board of you . Boatswain's mate , pipe away the crew ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Aaron Bang anchor appeared arms beautiful blue boat breeze cabin Campana canoe Captain Transom carronades clear corvette crew Cringle Cuba dark day-dawn dear deck deuce devil dinner Don Ricardo door dressed eyes face feet fell felucca fire forecastle foresail Fyall Gelid glass grog gunroom half hand head heard heart Hessian boots instant Jamaica John Canoe Kingston ladies larboard laughing legs length lieutenant light looked loud Mangrove Massa Aaron master morning musquito negro never night officer once Pegtop Pepperpot piazza poor fellow Port Port Royal quoth rigging rose round round shot sail schooner seemed ship shot shouted side signal-man skipper Sneezer Spanish sparkling Splinter stood sung Tailtackle thing thought Treenail trees trousers turned vessel voice Wagtail whole wind Zounds
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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 312 - 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 290 - 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...
Página 225 - 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...
Página 296 - 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...
Página 350 - t be so, Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd; His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy. Sir, in this audience, Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil Free me so far in your most generous thoughts, That I have shot mine arrow o'er the house And hurt my brother.
Página 231 - 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 173 - 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?
Página 190 - 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 296 - Came freshening, and reflecting all the scene : (A mirror in the depth of flowery shelves ;) So sweet a spot of earth you might, (I ween) Have guessed some congregation of the elves To sport by summer moons, had shaped it for themselves...