Narrative of the wreck of the lady Munro, on the desolate island of Amsterdam, October, 1833W Bennet, 1835 - 88 páginas |
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... of desperate hands pass two or three times around my thigh , when the first surf buried me , and once or twice felt my foot strike against some one struggling beneath me . I thought I was unable to carry him on my back ; 18.
... of desperate hands pass two or three times around my thigh , when the first surf buried me , and once or twice felt my foot strike against some one struggling beneath me . I thought I was unable to carry him on my back ; 18.
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... once formed part of the stern sheets of the cutter . These three letters , MUN , lately graced her stern , the short - lived labours of poor C. That shapeless mass of wood , still partly afloat , lately guided our course through the ...
... once formed part of the stern sheets of the cutter . These three letters , MUN , lately graced her stern , the short - lived labours of poor C. That shapeless mass of wood , still partly afloat , lately guided our course through the ...
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... once adorned the face of the gay and good - natured Mrs. A .; that silken slipper lately added grace to the fairy foot of the amiable Mrs. B .; and that auburn mantle , only two days ago , hung its flow- ing folds on the handsome person ...
... once adorned the face of the gay and good - natured Mrs. A .; that silken slipper lately added grace to the fairy foot of the amiable Mrs. B .; and that auburn mantle , only two days ago , hung its flow- ing folds on the handsome person ...
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... once lost my balance , while scrambling across the brow of a rock , and fell from a considerable height ; but received no in- jury , and profited by studying my centre of gravity better for the future . When we got to the sum- mit of ...
... once lost my balance , while scrambling across the brow of a rock , and fell from a considerable height ; but received no in- jury , and profited by studying my centre of gravity better for the future . When we got to the sum- mit of ...
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... once awoke till daylight . I arose quite as refreshed as if I had slept on a bed of roses , " Under a canopy of costly state , And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody . " Early on the morning of the 26th , a boat came off from the ...
... once awoke till daylight . I arose quite as refreshed as if I had slept on a bed of roses , " Under a canopy of costly state , And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody . " Early on the morning of the 26th , a boat came off from the ...
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Narrative of the Wreck of the Lady Munro, on the Desolate Island of ... John McCosh No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2018 |
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Narrative of the Wreck of the Lady Munro on the Desolate Island of Amsterdam ... John McCosh No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2009 |
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abode amongst the rocks anchor ashore beach beneath birds boat bottle of wine breakfast canvass Cape de Verde Captain casks cast cave chief mate clothes cloud cold convict convinced covered crew cuddy dark dashing daylight deck desolate DESOLATE ISLAND discovered drowned Evatt fire fish flag flames floating ghee hands and feet hour Isle of France jungle kindled knot of reeds Lady Munro land lascars lava lee shore Madras mate Mauritius miles morning mountains muster naked rock native never night noise onions party passed picked pieces planks poop Port Louis projecting rock rain remains returned rice rock to rock round sails salt saved schooner sealers sealing serang ship shore side silver spoons smoke soda water soon spars stones strewed struck surf tent thing thought tide Van Diemen's Land vessel volcanic crater wave wind wreck yams
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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...