The Life of a Sailor, Volume 1Key and Biddle, 1833 |
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... face against all cant and humbug , and only endeavour to amuse the elder , and instruct the more juvenile . I neither intend to stand on the summit of the Ural mountains , ( which separate Europe from Asia , ) with one foot in each ...
... face against all cant and humbug , and only endeavour to amuse the elder , and instruct the more juvenile . I neither intend to stand on the summit of the Ural mountains , ( which separate Europe from Asia , ) with one foot in each ...
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... 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 our sight again ; but no one was willing to be the first ...
... 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 our sight again ; but no one was willing to be the first ...
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... face was as white and inanimate as a turnip . Luckily for the honour and courage of parson and servant , the spectre rose from its recumbent position , looked towards the moon , then at the church , again at the grave , covered its face ...
... face was as white and inanimate as a turnip . Luckily for the honour and courage of parson and servant , the spectre rose from its recumbent position , looked towards the moon , then at the church , again at the grave , covered its face ...
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... face , and cried like the child I was . These were no tears of schoolboys ' eyes , but tears of mortification and disappoint- ment , fresh from a youngsters heart . The time slipped away imperceptibly , for now I dread- ed the departure ...
... face , and cried like the child I was . These were no tears of schoolboys ' eyes , but tears of mortification and disappoint- ment , fresh from a youngsters heart . The time slipped away imperceptibly , for now I dread- ed the departure ...
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... face as black as a sweep's and his hands as dirty as a coalheaver's , was leaning against the locker , and acted in the dignified capacity of midshipmen's boy . Here it is only justice to remark that the occupation of these poor devils ...
... face as black as a sweep's and his hands as dirty as a coalheaver's , was leaning against the locker , and acted in the dignified capacity of midshipmen's boy . Here it is only justice to remark that the occupation of these poor devils ...
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Abydos afterwards aloft amusement anchor answer appeared Arethusa arms arrived bashaw began berth boat boatswain brig called captain captain's gig carronade cocked-hat command commenced consequently court-martial crew day-dawn dead deck declared devil discipline duty endeavoured enemy eyes face fear feeling fell fire fleet followed fortune French frigate gale gave ghost guns hammock hands harbour head heard Hellespont honour horse hour instantly knew lady land lieutenant looked Lord Byron lordship Malta Maltese marines master-at-arms means Menelaus midshipman morning musket navy never night o'clock oars officers party passed pistol placed poor prisoner prize punishment quarter quarter-deck replied retreat round sail sailor Salsette scene seen seized ship ship's company shore shot side Sierra Leone sight silence Sir Peter Parker soldiers soon squall took Toulon Turkish Turks turned vessel walked watch whilst white squall wind word youngster
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