Tom Cringle's Log, Volumul 1William Blackwood, Edinburgh; and T. Cadell, ... London., 1834 - 384 pagini |
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Pagina 14
... arms were piled under the low projecting roof of an outhouse , while the fire flickered upon their dark figures , and glanced on their bright accoutrements , and lit up the wall of the house that composed one side of the square . I was ...
... arms were piled under the low projecting roof of an outhouse , while the fire flickered upon their dark figures , and glanced on their bright accoutrements , and lit up the wall of the house that composed one side of the square . I was ...
Pagina 16
... arms , close by the Custom - house . Somehow or other , I had drank deep of that John Bull prejudice , which delights to disparage the physical conformation of our Gallic neighbours , and hugs itself with the absurd notion , " that on ...
... arms , close by the Custom - house . Somehow or other , I had drank deep of that John Bull prejudice , which delights to disparage the physical conformation of our Gallic neighbours , and hugs itself with the absurd notion , " that on ...
Pagina 17
... arms piled under the trees , while the men were variously employed , some on duty before the houses , others clean- ing their accoutrements , and others again playing at all kinds of games . Presently we came to a crowd of soldiers ...
... arms piled under the trees , while the men were variously employed , some on duty before the houses , others clean- ing their accoutrements , and others again playing at all kinds of games . Presently we came to a crowd of soldiers ...
Pagina 39
... arms called down to me , - " Mr Cringle , you are wanted in the gunroom . " I put on my jacket again , and immediately proceeded thither , and on my way I noticed a group of seamen , standing on the starboard gangway , dressed in pea ...
... arms called down to me , - " Mr Cringle , you are wanted in the gunroom . " I put on my jacket again , and immediately proceeded thither , and on my way I noticed a group of seamen , standing on the starboard gangway , dressed in pea ...
Pagina 41
... arms , and lashing the fins to the same by good stout lanyards , we were proceeding to stump our prisoners off to the boat , when , with the innate devilry that I have inherited , I know not how , but the original sin of which has more ...
... arms , and lashing the fins to the same by good stout lanyards , we were proceeding to stump our prisoners off to the boat , when , with the innate devilry that I have inherited , I know not how , but the original sin of which has more ...
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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?