Tom Cringle's Log, المجلد 2William Blackwood, Edinburgh; and T. Cadell, ... London., 1833 - 384 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 39
... Wagtail , had done me much more than justice . Campana , with great kindness , immediately invited me to his house . " We foreigners , " said he , " don't keep your hours ; I am just going home to breakfast . " It was past eleven in the ...
... Wagtail , had done me much more than justice . Campana , with great kindness , immediately invited me to his house . " We foreigners , " said he , " don't keep your hours ; I am just going home to breakfast . " It was past eleven in the ...
الصفحة 133
... Wagtail , and Paul Gelid , Esquires . Mr Gelid , a conch , or native of the Bahamas , was the same yawning , drawling , long - legged Creole as ever . He had been ill with fever , and had asked a passage to Nassau , where his brother ...
... Wagtail , and Paul Gelid , Esquires . Mr Gelid , a conch , or native of the Bahamas , was the same yawning , drawling , long - legged Creole as ever . He had been ill with fever , and had asked a passage to Nassau , where his brother ...
الصفحة 135
... Wagtail , and Paul Gelid - the former with his cot , and half a dozen cases of wine , and some pigs , and some poultry , all under the charge of his black servant . " Hillo , " said I- " Mr Wagtail is at home here , you know , Mr Bang ...
... Wagtail , and Paul Gelid - the former with his cot , and half a dozen cases of wine , and some pigs , and some poultry , all under the charge of his black servant . " Hillo , " said I- " Mr Wagtail is at home here , you know , Mr Bang ...
الصفحة 136
... Wagtail ; " you came here , because you thought you should have more fun , and escape the formality of the big ship , and eke the Captain's sour claret . ” “ Ah , ” said Gelid , " my fine fellow , " with his usual Creole drawl , " you ...
... Wagtail ; " you came here , because you thought you should have more fun , and escape the formality of the big ship , and eke the Captain's sour claret . ” “ Ah , ” said Gelid , " my fine fellow , " with his usual Creole drawl , " you ...
الصفحة 139
... Wagtail — you have hooked him , " and up came a beautiful black grouper , about four pounds weight . " Ah , there is the regular jiggery - jiggery , " sung out little Reefpoint , at the same moment , as he in turn began to pull up his ...
... Wagtail — you have hooked him , " and up came a beautiful black grouper , about four pounds weight . " Ah , there is the regular jiggery - jiggery , " sung out little Reefpoint , at the same moment , as he in turn began to pull up his ...
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الصفحة 298 - 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.
الصفحة 265 - 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!
الصفحة 125 - 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!
الصفحة 251 - 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.
الصفحة 114 - 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.
الصفحة 114 - 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...
الصفحة 384 - t be so, Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd ; His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy. Sir, in this audience, Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil Free me so far in your most generous thoughts, That I have shot mine arrow o'er the house
الصفحة 264 - Came freshening, and reflecting all the scene : (A mirror in the depth of flowery shelves ;) So sweet a spot of earth you might, (I ween) Have guessed some congregation of the elves To sport by summer moons, had shaped it for themselves...
الصفحة 210 - He was the mildest manner'd man That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat ; With such true breeding of a gentleman, You never could divine his real thought ; No courtier could, and scarcely woman can Gird more deceit within a petticoat ; Pity he loved adventurous life's variety, He was so great a loss to good society.
الصفحة 1 - 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?