Tom Cringle's Log, Volume 1William Blackwood, Edinburgh; and T. Cadell, ... London., 1834 - 384 pages |
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... dear old woman , one fine Sunday morning , admiring my new blue jacket and snow - white trowsers , and shining well - soaped face , and nice- ly brushed hair , in the pier glass over the chimney - piece , I therein saw the door behind ...
... dear old woman , one fine Sunday morning , admiring my new blue jacket and snow - white trowsers , and shining well - soaped face , and nice- ly brushed hair , in the pier glass over the chimney - piece , I therein saw the door behind ...
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... dear old Torch , on a separate cruise , incidents came fast enough with a vengeance - stern , unyielding , iron events , as I found to my heavy cost , which spoke out trumpet - tongued and fiercely for them- selves , and whose ...
... dear old Torch , on a separate cruise , incidents came fast enough with a vengeance - stern , unyielding , iron events , as I found to my heavy cost , which spoke out trumpet - tongued and fiercely for them- selves , and whose ...
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... dear *** , how have you sped with the prince ? " “ Why , Colonel , " said my protector , in his cool , calm way , “ as well as I expected . I was of some service to him when he was here before , at the time he was taken so very ill ...
... dear *** , how have you sped with the prince ? " “ Why , Colonel , " said my protector , in his cool , calm way , “ as well as I expected . I was of some service to him when he was here before , at the time he was taken so very ill ...
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... dear , " said Mr as we entered the house . " The Allied Forces would have been welcome , however ; and surely , if they do come , they will respect our sufferings and helplessness . " 99 The eldest sister , to whom he spoke , shook her ...
... dear , " said Mr as we entered the house . " The Allied Forces would have been welcome , however ; and surely , if they do come , they will respect our sufferings and helplessness . " 99 The eldest sister , to whom he spoke , shook her ...
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... fiercest , we cannot abide . So go , my dear sisters , and pack up whatever you may have most valuable , or most necessary . Nay , no tears ; and I will attend to our poor old father , and THE LAUNCHING OF THE LOG . 29.
... fiercest , we cannot abide . So go , my dear sisters , and pack up whatever you may have most valuable , or most necessary . Nay , no tears ; and I will attend to our poor old father , and THE LAUNCHING OF THE LOG . 29.
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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?