Tom Cringle's Log, Volumen 2William Blackwood, Edinburgh; and T. Cadell, ... London., 1833 - 384 páginas |
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... feet its gently swelling billows , in shaking thunders on the reefs and rocky face of the coast , against which they were driven up in clouds , the incense of their sacrifice . undulating hills in the vicinity were all , either cleared ...
... feet its gently swelling billows , in shaking thunders on the reefs and rocky face of the coast , against which they were driven up in clouds , the incense of their sacrifice . undulating hills in the vicinity were all , either cleared ...
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... feet from the water's edge , as sharply and precipitously as if they had only yesterday been split asunder ; the splintered projections and pinnacles on one side , having each their corresponding fissures and indentations on the other ...
... feet from the water's edge , as sharply and precipitously as if they had only yesterday been split asunder ; the splintered projections and pinnacles on one side , having each their corresponding fissures and indentations on the other ...
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... feet , he swung off into mid air , hanging by his hands . It was no longer a joke . " Here , you black fellows in the pilot canoe , " shouted the captain , as he threw them himself . " Pass the end of that line round the a rope stump ...
... feet , he swung off into mid air , hanging by his hands . It was no longer a joke . " Here , you black fellows in the pilot canoe , " shouted the captain , as he threw them himself . " Pass the end of that line round the a rope stump ...
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... He had just finished what the old carpenter considered his chef - d'œuvre , and a curious affair this same masterpiece was . In the first place it was forty - two feet long over all , and THE CRUISE OF THE FIREBRAND . 25.
... He had just finished what the old carpenter considered his chef - d'œuvre , and a curious affair this same masterpiece was . In the first place it was forty - two feet long over all , and THE CRUISE OF THE FIREBRAND . 25.
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Michael Scott. was forty - two feet long over all , and only three and a half feet beam - the planking was not much above an eighth of an inch in thickness , so that if one of the crew had slipped his foot off the stretcher , it must ...
Michael Scott. was forty - two feet long over all , and only three and a half feet beam - the planking was not much above an eighth of an inch in thickness , so that if one of the crew had slipped his foot off the stretcher , it must ...
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Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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?