Отзывы - Написать отзыв
Не удалось найти ни одного отзыва.
adventures amongst appearance approach arrived attempt beautiful became become began boat body brought called captain cause Charles close coast companions compelled course crew danger dark death deck deep departed distant duchess effect England English escape event expected fearful feeling fire force France French friends give hands head heard heart hope hundred island land Latude leave length light lives means miles mind morning nature never night object ocean officers once party passed perils prepared present prince prison procured reached reader received remain resolved rest rock rope round sail sailor seemed seen ship shore short side soon sound spirit storm strange struggle sufferings taken thought thousand various vessel walls watch waves whilst whole wild
Стр. 159 - Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Стр. 34 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! A weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
Стр. 26 - Thorough the fog it came ; As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it in God's name. It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through! And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners
Стр. 34 - See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!
Стр. 35 - Death is at all times solemn, but never so much so as at sea. A man dies on shore; his body remains with his friends, and " the mourners go about the streets ;" but when a man falls overboard at sea and is lost, there is a suddenness in the event, and a difficulty in realizing it, which give to it an air of awful mystery. A man dies on shore — you follow his body to the grave, and a stone marks the spot. You are often prepared for the event. There is always something which helps you to realize...
Стр. 151 - Flashed out o'er fretted stone. And gold was strewn the wet sands o'er, Like ashes by a breeze ; And gorgeous robes — but oh ! that shore Had sadder things than these...
Стр. 150 - We saw her proud flag struck that morn, A star once o'er the seas, Her helm beat down, her deck uptorn, — And sadder things than these...
Стр. 192 - ... levelled with earth and gravel. There were betwixt the trees, growing naturally on their own roots, some stakes fixed in the earth, which, with the, trees, were interwoven with ropes, made of heath and birch twigs...
Стр. 30 - Are not sailors very idle at sea? — what can they find to do?" This is a very natural mistake, and being very frequently made, it is one which every sailor feels interested in having corrected. In the first place, then, the discipline of the ship requires every man to be at work upon something when he is on deck, except at night and on Sundays. Except at these times, you will never see a man, on board a well-ordered vessel, standing idle on deck, sitting down, or leaning over the side. It is the...
Стр. 29 - We had to fist the sail with bare hands. No one could trust himself to mittens, for if he slipped, he was a gone man. All the boats were hoisted in on deck, and there was nothing to be lowered for him. We had need of every finger God had given us. Several times we got the sail upon the yard, but it blew away again before we could secure it.