Narrative of the wreck of the lady Munro, on the desolate island of Amsterdam, October, 1833

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W Bennet, 1835 - 88 páginas

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Página 67 - Though the strained mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on; for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
Página 29 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed...
Página 67 - Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider. < Welcome to their roar ! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the...
Página 28 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Página 29 - Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb ; Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay...
Página 76 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Página 29 - ... wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb — Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of feeling past away ! Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth.
Página 13 - I was torn from my hold on the poop without knowing how, and amongst the dreadful breakers before I was aware of it ; and swam strongly for the shore amidst floating wreck and groups of drowning men. I felt the fatal grasp of desperate hands pass two or three times round my thighs, and once or twice felt my foot strike against some one struggling beneath me. Sometimes I got entangled among pieces of sails and rigging but less dreaded their folds and coils, and frequently was struck by planks and...
Página 13 - I felt the fatal grasp of desperate hands pass two or three times round my thighs, and once or twice felt my foot strike against some one struggling beneath me. Sometimes I got entangled among pieces of sails and rigging but less dreaded their folds and coils, and frequently was struck by planks and spars, and floating boxes. The first wave hurled me along in its crest with the velocity of a whirlwind, and I thought I should never again ascend to the surface; the second followed with equal impetuosity...
Página 13 - ... at another dashed with destructive force upon the rocks, gave one last lurch, and went all to ten thousand shivers. I was torn from my hold upon the poop without knowing how, and amongst the dreadful breakers before I was aware of it, and swam strongly for the shore amidst floating...

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