Tom Cringle's Log, Том 2William Blackwood, Edinburgh; and T. Cadell, ... London., 1833 - Всего страниц: 384 |
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... began to quiver , and he once more screwed them toge- ther , as if he feared the very exertion of uttering a word or two might unsettle his moniplies . The master was an odd garrulous small man , who had a certain number of stated jokes ...
... began to quiver , and he once more screwed them toge- ther , as if he feared the very exertion of uttering a word or two might unsettle his moniplies . The master was an odd garrulous small man , who had a certain number of stated jokes ...
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... began to laugh too , which only increased his cachinnation , so there were Conshy and I roaring , and shouting , with the tears running down our cheeks . " Kit listen to me ! —Oh , Lord " - " You are swearing , Conshy , " said I ...
... began to laugh too , which only increased his cachinnation , so there were Conshy and I roaring , and shouting , with the tears running down our cheeks . " Kit listen to me ! —Oh , Lord " - " You are swearing , Conshy , " said I ...
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... began to warp himself down , until he reached within three or four yards of the starboard fore- topsail - yardarm ; but the corvette still dropped astern , so that , after a vain attempt to hook on by his feet , he swung off into mid ...
... began to warp himself down , until he reached within three or four yards of the starboard fore- topsail - yardarm ; but the corvette still dropped astern , so that , after a vain attempt to hook on by his feet , he swung off into mid ...
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... began to taunt my little mild favourite . " Why , you chicken - heart , I'll wager a thimbleful of grog , that such a tailor as you are in the water can't for the life of you swim out to the buoy there . " " Never you mind ...
... began to taunt my little mild favourite . " Why , you chicken - heart , I'll wager a thimbleful of grog , that such a tailor as you are in the water can't for the life of you swim out to the buoy there . " " Never you mind ...
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... began to move awkwardly away . We , that is the gunroom - officers , all except the second lieutenant , who had the watch , and the master , now got into our own gig also , rowed by ourselves , and away we all went in a covey ; the ...
... began to move awkwardly away . We , that is the gunroom - officers , all except the second lieutenant , who had the watch , and the master , now got into our own gig also , rowed by ourselves , and away we all went in a covey ; the ...
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Стр. 298 - 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.
Стр. 265 - 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!
Стр. 125 - 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!
Стр. 251 - 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.
Стр. 114 - 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.
Стр. 114 - 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...
Стр. 384 - 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
Стр. 264 - 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...
Стр. 210 - He was the mildest manner'd man That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat ; With such true breeding of a gentleman, You never could divine his real thought ; No courtier could, and scarcely woman can Gird more deceit within a petticoat ; Pity he loved adventurous life's variety, He was so great a loss to good society.
Стр. 1 - 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?