Tom Cringle's Log, Volume 2Gibbings, 1894 |
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Aaron Bang able sentence Admiral's pen amongst anchor we saluted balls whizz overhead Bang's beautiful black fellow appeared bosom Campana canoe capstan Captain Transom Chagres cool grey dawn counterscarp Cringle Cringle-remain on board-orders dear sir Desire-Wave-fit-wood-water-instantly to take deuced dine dinner Don Ricardo drawbridge drumhead entire amethyst feet flag-ship brought Gelid glacis hand hundred yards Jamaica Kingston lieutenant was leaning light lovely Martha next morning Massa Aaron message to repair negro number of guns Pegtop Pepperpot Peter Mangrove Point ditty poor quitoes quoth receiving ship required number return was fired round sans-culotte sans-culotte caught Santa Martha schooner sea to-morrow morning semaphore Señor Torre seriatim ship shone shot signal-book open signal-man was telling slow match Spanish Main-to-morrow morning-Mr spect Tailtackle third for Porto-Bello three merchant schooners Transom is going viaticum visions and water Wagtail water stagnates water's edge waterspout West Indies yellow fever Zounds
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Page 36 - 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 317 - 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 403 - 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
Page 126 - 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 I These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
Page 261 - 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...
Page 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?
Page 261 - Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; — upon the waterv 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, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Page 85 - But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. "O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Page 115 - 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 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...
Page 267 - Ethereal air, and ye swift-winged winds, Ye rivers springing from fresh founts, ye waves, That o'er th' interminable ocean wreath Your crisped smiles, thou all-producing earth, And thee, bright sun, I call, whose flaming orb Views the wide world beneath, see what, a god, I suffer from the gods ; with what fierce pains, Behold, what tortures for revolving ages I here must struggle ; such unseemly chains' This new-raised ruler of the gods devised. Ah me ! That groan bursts from my anguish 'd heart,...