Tom Cringle's Log, المجلد 2William Blackwood, Edinburgh; and T. Cadell, ... London., 1833 - 384 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 7
... gives me a shrewd clip on the skull with the poker . " That's right , mother , " quoth Conscience , from beneath the straw mattrass- " Give it to him - he'll no hear me another devel , mother . " And I found that my own weight ...
... gives me a shrewd clip on the skull with the poker . " That's right , mother , " quoth Conscience , from beneath the straw mattrass- " Give it to him - he'll no hear me another devel , mother . " And I found that my own weight ...
الصفحة 9
... give up your toddy after it ? You are ruining your interior , Thomas , my fine fellow - the gout is on the look out for you - your legs are spindling , and your paunch is increasing . Read Hamlet's speech to Polonius , Tom , and if you ...
... give up your toddy after it ? You are ruining your interior , Thomas , my fine fellow - the gout is on the look out for you - your legs are spindling , and your paunch is increasing . Read Hamlet's speech to Polonius , Tom , and if you ...
الصفحة 10
... give over looking at that smart girl tripping it along t'other side of the street . " - " Pre- sently , my dear little man , " says I. " Tight little woman that , Conshy ; handsome bows ; good bearings forward ; tumbles home sweetly ...
... give over looking at that smart girl tripping it along t'other side of the street . " - " Pre- sently , my dear little man , " says I. " Tight little woman that , Conshy ; handsome bows ; good bearings forward ; tumbles home sweetly ...
الصفحة 26
... Give way , men , " the oars dipped as clean as so many knives , without a sparkle , the gallant fellows stretched out , and away shot the Dragonfly , like an arrow , the green water foaming into white smoke at the bows , and hissing ...
... Give way , men , " the oars dipped as clean as so many knives , without a sparkle , the gallant fellows stretched out , and away shot the Dragonfly , like an arrow , the green water foaming into white smoke at the bows , and hissing ...
الصفحة 28
... give way for the honour of the ship - Gentle- men , stretch out - Men , pull like devils ; twenty pounds if beat him . " you We pulled , and they pulled , and the water roared , and the men strained their muscles and sinews to cracking ...
... give way for the honour of the ship - Gentle- men , stretch out - Men , pull like devils ; twenty pounds if beat him . " you We pulled , and they pulled , and the water roared , and the men strained their muscles and sinews to cracking ...
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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?