Tom Cringle's Log, Volume 1William Blackwood, Edinburgh; and T. Cadell, ... London., 1834 - 384 pages |
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... rose and made my bow , and went on deck . By this time the night had fallen , and it was thicker than ever , so that , standing beside the man at the wheel , you could not see farther forward than the booms ; yet it was not dark either ...
... rose and made my bow , and went on deck . By this time the night had fallen , and it was thicker than ever , so that , standing beside the man at the wheel , you could not see farther forward than the booms ; yet it was not dark either ...
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... rose from out the fast thinning recesses of the woods . But there was no life in the scene - ' twas " Greece , but living Greece no more , " - not a fishing - boat was near , scarcely a solitary figure crawled along the beach . " What ...
... rose from out the fast thinning recesses of the woods . But there was no life in the scene - ' twas " Greece , but living Greece no more , " - not a fishing - boat was near , scarcely a solitary figure crawled along the beach . " What ...
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... rose ; but I noticed that he had been fixing his eyes intently I thought I could perceive a tear glistening in them as he on me . spoke . 99 " Marshal , will you intrust that boy to me ? ' " Poo , " said the prince , still laughing ...
... rose ; but I noticed that he had been fixing his eyes intently I thought I could perceive a tear glistening in them as he on me . spoke . 99 " Marshal , will you intrust that boy to me ? ' " Poo , " said the prince , still laughing ...
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... rose again gently until the swell was crowned with the beautiful town of Altona , and immediately beyond appeared the ramparts and tall spires of the noble city itself . The morning had been thick and foggy , but as the sun rose , the ...
... rose again gently until the swell was crowned with the beautiful town of Altona , and immediately beyond appeared the ramparts and tall spires of the noble city itself . The morning had been thick and foggy , but as the sun rose , the ...
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... rose , buckled on his sword again , drew on his gloves , and taking his hat in his hand , he advanced to the window , and desired his men to " fall in . " " Men - what men ? " said poor Mr 66 • Why , the marshal has had a company of ...
... rose , buckled on his sword again , drew on his gloves , and taking his hat in his hand , he advanced to the window , and desired his men to " fall in . " " Men - what men ? " said poor Mr 66 • Why , the marshal has had a company of ...
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Page 374 - 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.
Page 351 - 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!
Page 192 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Page 253 - 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!
Page 245 - 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...
Page 245 - 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.
Page 25 - 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 341 - 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.
Page 177 - And Elijah said to his servant, Go up now, and look towards the sea; and he went up, and looked, and said, There is nothing. And he said, Go again seven times; and it came to pass the seventh time, that he said, Behold, there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand.
Page 167 - 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?