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Page 116 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Page 96 - Then are they glad, because they are at rest : and so he bringeth them unto the haven where they would be.
Page 85 - That you be carried from hence to the place from whence you came, and from thence to the place of execution, and there to be hanged by the neck till you are dead ; and may the Lord have mercy on your soul...
Page 246 - By Jove, I am not covetous of gold : Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear : Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Page 256 - I to myself, a nod is as good as a wink to a blind horse.
Page 122 - COME o'er the sea, Maiden, with me, Mine through sunshine, storm, and snows ; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes.
Page 245 - Away, Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not, I care not for thee, Kate : This is no world To play with mammets and to tilt with lips : We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns, And pass them current, too.
Page 230 - Though he win the wise, who frown'd before, To smile at last ; He'll never meet A joy so sweet, In all his noon of fame, As when first he sung to woman's ear His soul-felt flame, And, at every close, she blush'd to hear The one loved name.
Page 245 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.