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It will be seen that I have not travelled blindfolded , like poor Holman , or wilfully
prejudiced , like a certain doctor in Russia : I set my face against all cant and
humbug , and only endeavour to amuse the elder , and instruct the more juvenile
.
It will be seen that I have not travelled blindfolded , like poor Holman , or wilfully
prejudiced , like a certain doctor in Russia : I set my face against all cant and
humbug , and only endeavour to amuse the elder , and instruct the more juvenile
.
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We ran to the window , and just as quickly ran back to our beds , and buried our
faces under the clothes . If , as is said , in the multitude of counsellors there is
wisdom , I know that in the society of others there is courage . We agreed to
satisfy ...
We ran to the window , and just as quickly ran back to our beds , and buried our
faces under the clothes . If , as is said , in the multitude of counsellors there is
wisdom , I know that in the society of others there is courage . We agreed to
satisfy ...
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John ' s legs were of no more use to him as implements of locomotion , than a
cow ' s tail is to supply the cow with food ; they shook under him like the metallic
designator of a pocket compass ; while his face was as white and inanimate as a
...
John ' s legs were of no more use to him as implements of locomotion , than a
cow ' s tail is to supply the cow with food ; they shook under him like the metallic
designator of a pocket compass ; while his face was as white and inanimate as a
...
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... all the pride of the navy , the terror of France , or the bulwark of Albion ; and , for
nearly the first time in my life , and I wish I could say it was the last , took the
handkerchief from my pocket , covered my face , and cried like the child I was .
... all the pride of the navy , the terror of France , or the bulwark of Albion ; and , for
nearly the first time in my life , and I wish I could say it was the last , took the
handkerchief from my pocket , covered my face , and cried like the child I was .
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A dirty - looking lad , without shoes or stockings , dressed in a loose pair of
inexpressible , fitting tight round the hips , a checked shirt , with the sleeves
turned up to the elbows - his face as black as a sweep ' s and his hands as dirty
as a ...
A dirty - looking lad , without shoes or stockings , dressed in a loose pair of
inexpressible , fitting tight round the hips , a checked shirt , with the sleeves
turned up to the elbows - his face as black as a sweep ' s and his hands as dirty
as a ...
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Página 199 - THERE is a tear for all that die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave ; But nations swell the funeral cry, And Triumph weeps above the brave. For them is Sorrow's purest sigh O'er Ocean's heaving bosom sent : In vain their bones unburied lie, All earth becomes their monument ! A tomb is theirs on every page, An epitaph on every tongue : The present hours, the future age, For them bewail, to them belong. For...
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Informações bibliográficas
| Título | The Life of a Sailor, Volume 1 The Life of a Sailor, Frederick Chamier |
| Autor | Frederick Chamier |
| Editora | Key and Biddle, 1833 |
| Original de | Biblioteca Pública de Nova York |
| Digitalizado | 11 jan. 2007 |
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