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... head upon the Cable the Ship still rides by , until , as is termed , She is short a - peak , or a stay - peak ( i . e . when the Cable makes an angle in a direction with the Ship's stays : the Topsails are then sheeted home , hoisted ...
... head upon the Cable the Ship still rides by , until , as is termed , She is short a - peak , or a stay - peak ( i . e . when the Cable makes an angle in a direction with the Ship's stays : the Topsails are then sheeted home , hoisted ...
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... head to the westward , is dismasted , and wrecked a little to the eastward of Cape COLONNA : of which a correct View is now for the first time given from a Drawing by Mr. GELL : " Where marble columns , long by time defaced , Moss ...
... head to the westward , is dismasted , and wrecked a little to the eastward of Cape COLONNA : of which a correct View is now for the first time given from a Drawing by Mr. GELL : " Where marble columns , long by time defaced , Moss ...
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... head no flowers are prest ; Down on the Deck his fainting limbs are laid , No spreading Trees dispense their cooling shade ; No Zephyrs round his aching temples play , No fragrant Breezes noxious heats allay ; The rude rough Wind which ...
... head no flowers are prest ; Down on the Deck his fainting limbs are laid , No spreading Trees dispense their cooling shade ; No Zephyrs round his aching temples play , No fragrant Breezes noxious heats allay ; The rude rough Wind which ...
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... head sustain : And wipe the blood , and briny drops , that soil Thy looks , and give once more thy wreathed Shell To ring with melody . - Oh fruitless Toil ! Hark ! o'er thy head again the Tempests swell ; Hark ! hark again the Storm's ...
... head sustain : And wipe the blood , and briny drops , that soil Thy looks , and give once more thy wreathed Shell To ring with melody . - Oh fruitless Toil ! Hark ! o'er thy head again the Tempests swell ; Hark ! hark again the Storm's ...
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... head Malignant stars their hostile influence shed : Both , in lamenting numbers , o'er the Deep With conscious anguish taught the Harp to weep : And both the raging Surge in safety bore Amid destruction , panting to the shore : This ...
... head Malignant stars their hostile influence shed : Both , in lamenting numbers , o'er the Deep With conscious anguish taught the Harp to weep : And both the raging Surge in safety bore Amid destruction , panting to the shore : This ...
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ÆNEID ALBERT Anchor anguish appears ARION beautiful belay beneath billows blast bloom bosom braced brails breast breath CANDIA Canto Cape charms clouds coast Crew danger death deck Deep Delphi distress doom dreadful eventful Song eyes FALCONER FALCONERA fame fatal Fate flies furled Gale glow Governor HUNTER GREECE groan Halyards heart Heaven Helm Hope horrors hour ibid lament larboard leeward Levant light lines Maid Marine Mast Mizen mournful Night numbers o'er Old Bond Street pain PALEMON Pilots plain Poem Prow rage reef RETIMO roar Rocks RODMOND roll ropes round ruin sacred Sailors Sails Scene scud Seamen second edition shade Sheet Ship Ship's SHIPWRECK shore side skies smile soft soul starboard Stay-sail Storm strains Straits of SICILY Surge sweet swelling Tempest third edition thou thundering Tide toil top-mast Top-Sails trembling Vessel wave WILLIAM FALCONER Wind Windlass wretched Yard youth
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Page 149 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 127 - Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries, The fated victims shuddering roll their eyes In wild despair; while yet another stroke With deep convulsion rends the solid oak; Till like the mine, in whose infernal cell The lurking demons of destruction dwell, At length asunder torn, her frame divides, And crashing spreads in ruin o'er the tides.
Page 168 - Tis now struck twelve ; get thee to bed, Francisco. FRAN. For this relief much thanks : 'tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart.
Page 149 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Page 181 - When we have laughed to see the sails conceive And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind. Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait Following (her womb then rich with my young squire), Would imitate, and sail upon the land To fetch me trifles, and return again As from a voyage, rich with merchandise.
Page 213 - The vessel, while the dread event draws nigh, Seems more impatient o'er the waves to fly. Fate spurs her on. Thus, issuing from afar, Advances to the sun some blazing star; And, as it feels th' attraction's kindling force, Springs onward with accelerated course.
Page 55 - What radiant changes strike th' astonished sight! What glowing hues of mingled shade and light! Not equal beauties gild the lucid west, With parting beams all o'er profusely drest; Not lovelier colours paint the vernal dawn, When orient dews impearl th...
Page 61 - Now to the north, from Afric's burning shore, A troop of porpoises their course explore ; In curling wreaths they gambol on the tide, Now bound aloft, now down the billow glide : Their tracks awhile the hoary waves retain, That burn in sparkling trails along the main. These fleetest coursers of the finny race, When threatening clouds the ethereal vault deface, Their route to leeward still sagacious form, To shun the fury of the approaching storm.
Page 121 - But now Athenian mountains they descry, And o'er the surge Colonna frowns on high : Beside the cape's projecting verge are...
Page 53 - Jove's high hill was rising to the view: When on the larboard quarter they descry A liquid Column towering shoot on high; The foaming base the angry Whirlwinds sweep, Where curling billows rouse the fearful Deep : Still round, and round, the fluid vortex flies, Diffusing briny Vapours o'er the skies. This vast Phenomenon, whose lofty head, In Heaven immersed, embracing clouds o'erspread, In spiral motion first, as Seamen deem, Swells, when the raging whirlwind sweeps the stream. The swift volution,...