The cruise of the Midge. By the author of 'Tom Cringle's log'.1836 |
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... devil , sir , for me " -and off he started , fizzing worse than the rocket itself , with rage to his dressing - room , where he often used to pass an hour or two in the evenings alone . I sat still , guzzling my wine in great wrath ...
... devil , sir , for me " -and off he started , fizzing worse than the rocket itself , with rage to his dressing - room , where he often used to pass an hour or two in the evenings alone . I sat still , guzzling my wine in great wrath ...
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... the report of the cannon- There ' continued the first lieutenant , - " there she is , sure enough ; but how the devil can you expect her to come up to us , seeing she is cut off by that large craft there ? " And 20 GAZELLES AND MIDGES-
... the report of the cannon- There ' continued the first lieutenant , - " there she is , sure enough ; but how the devil can you expect her to come up to us , seeing she is cut off by that large craft there ? " And 20 GAZELLES AND MIDGES-
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... devil only knows , " quoth he ; " every thing seemed as quiet as could be , when all at once - crash - the shot took us right amidships , and the next moment we were all floundering in the water , like so many pigs overboard . " 66 66 ...
... devil only knows , " quoth he ; " every thing seemed as quiet as could be , when all at once - crash - the shot took us right amidships , and the next moment we were all floundering in the water , like so many pigs overboard . " 66 66 ...
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... devil did you keep blazing away and wasting his Majesty's powder in minute guns in this way ; what were you after the whole night through ? " sung out old Pumpbolt , the master of the Gazelle . " Come on board , my lad , " said Sprawl ...
... devil did you keep blazing away and wasting his Majesty's powder in minute guns in this way ; what were you after the whole night through ? " sung out old Pumpbolt , the master of the Gazelle . " Come on board , my lad , " said Sprawl ...
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... devil , —altogether out of our reckoning . It was curious to see those who feared not the face of man , hanging back , and looking behind them to see if the coast was clear for a bolt , when attacked by one of the bloodhounds . So our ...
... devil , —altogether out of our reckoning . It was curious to see those who feared not the face of man , hanging back , and looking behind them to see if the coast was clear for a bolt , when attacked by one of the bloodhounds . So our ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 135 - They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wits
Página 398 - The LORD shall cause thee to be smitten before thine enemies: thou shalt go out one way against them, and flee seven ways before them: and shalt be removed into all the kingdoms of the earth. 26 And thy carcase shall be meat unto all fowls of the air, and unto the beasts of the earth, and no man shall fray them away.
Página 135 - They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end. Then they cry unto the LORD in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresses. He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still. Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth them unto their desired haven.
Página 366 - And Moses stretched forth his rod toward heaven: and the LORD sent thunder and hail, and the fire ran along upon the ground; and the LORD rained hail upon the land of Egypt.
Página 135 - They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters ; These see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep.
Página 240 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
Página 400 - Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart? When last I saw thy young blue eyes, they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Página 432 - For now I stand as one upon a rock, Environed with a wilderness of sea ; Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, Expecting ever when some envious surge Will in his brinish bowels swallow him.
Página 246 - Who has e'er had the luck to see Donnybrook Fair? An Irishman, all in his glory, is there, With his sprig of shillelah and shamrock so green!
Página 152 - Those wandering veins of heavenly blue, That stray along thy forehead fair, Lost 'mid a gleam of golden hair ? Oh ! can that light and airy breath Steal from a being doomed to death ; Those features to the grave be sent In sleep thus mutely eloquent ; Or, art thou, what thy form would seem, The phantom of a blessed dream...