Tom Cringle's Log, Том 2William Blackwood, Edinburgh; and T. Cadell, ... London., 1833 - Всего страниц: 384 |
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... negro women were hovering in attendance beyond a large folding door that fronted the entrance . When we entered , the eldest of the children , a little girl of about eight years old , was sitting in the doorway , playing with a small ...
... negro women were hovering in attendance beyond a large folding door that fronted the entrance . When we entered , the eldest of the children , a little girl of about eight years old , was sitting in the doorway , playing with a small ...
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... negro servant to watch that it did not sink into his gullet , as he fell asleep , and with instructions to take the poultice off whenever the pain abated ; and there he lay on his back , whistling through this artificial beak , like a ...
... negro servant to watch that it did not sink into his gullet , as he fell asleep , and with instructions to take the poultice off whenever the pain abated ; and there he lay on his back , whistling through this artificial beak , like a ...
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... fast to the handle of a large earthen water - jar , full to the brim , which we placed on Bang's pillow , and passed the other end round the neck of the sleeping negro . " Now get you to bed , " said the THE PIRATE'S LEMAN . 57.
... fast to the handle of a large earthen water - jar , full to the brim , which we placed on Bang's pillow , and passed the other end round the neck of the sleeping negro . " Now get you to bed , " said the THE PIRATE'S LEMAN . 57.
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... negro , and Bang high in oath . " You black rascal , nothing must serve your turn but practising your John Canoe tricks upon a gentleman— take that , you villain , as a small recompense for floating me out of my bed — or rather off the ...
... negro , and Bang high in oath . " You black rascal , nothing must serve your turn but practising your John Canoe tricks upon a gentleman— take that , you villain , as a small recompense for floating me out of my bed — or rather off the ...
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... negro , with a huge thong of bul- lock's hide in one hand , and the reins in the other . In this voiture were ensconced La Señora Campana , a portly concern , as already mentioned , two of her bright black- eyed laughing nieces , and ...
... negro , with a huge thong of bul- lock's hide in one hand , and the reins in the other . In this voiture were ensconced La Señora Campana , a portly concern , as already mentioned , two of her bright black- eyed laughing nieces , and ...
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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?