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Página 27
... vessel about as big as a good sized coal barge , and nearly as dirty , with a narrow deck made shorter than it might be by the prohibition against walking over the frail roof of the fetid , greasy cabin ; a smell of oil , tar , tallow ...
... vessel about as big as a good sized coal barge , and nearly as dirty , with a narrow deck made shorter than it might be by the prohibition against walking over the frail roof of the fetid , greasy cabin ; a smell of oil , tar , tallow ...
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... vessel ap- proached it leaped on board ; but there was no master there to pat his curly pate . He sulked - refused his food - watched the river day and night , and would have died a watchman had not Joe Winkles tied him up and drenched ...
... vessel ap- proached it leaped on board ; but there was no master there to pat his curly pate . He sulked - refused his food - watched the river day and night , and would have died a watchman had not Joe Winkles tied him up and drenched ...
Página 63
... vessels bound direct to the Cape , or with leave to touch at it , till he had not patience to wait for the winding up of the business , but one morning walked off to the broker's and engaged berths for himself and me , by the very first ...
... vessels bound direct to the Cape , or with leave to touch at it , till he had not patience to wait for the winding up of the business , but one morning walked off to the broker's and engaged berths for himself and me , by the very first ...
Página 115
... vessel labouring in the storm , ready to pounce upon the cargo for their lord , in the event of her destruction on that danger- ous coast . Sir William le Esterling , or Stradling , is generally named as the probable builder of the ...
... vessel labouring in the storm , ready to pounce upon the cargo for their lord , in the event of her destruction on that danger- ous coast . Sir William le Esterling , or Stradling , is generally named as the probable builder of the ...
Página 137
... vessels , known as Trincadores , or Chasse- marées , came gliding down with a favouring breeze from the direc- tion of the French coast , and backed their sails opposite to the harbour of St. Sebastian . At the same instant lanterns ...
... vessels , known as Trincadores , or Chasse- marées , came gliding down with a favouring breeze from the direc- tion of the French coast , and backed their sails opposite to the harbour of St. Sebastian . At the same instant lanterns ...
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Página 233 - In this state-chamber, dying by degrees, Hours and long hours in the dead night, I ask "Do I live, am I dead?" Peace, peace seems all. Saint Praxed's ever was the church for peace; And so, about this tomb of mine. I fought...
Página 235 - To comfort me on my entablature Whereon I am to lie till I must ask 'Do I live, am I dead?' There, leave me, there! For ye have stabbed me with ingratitude To death - ye wish it - God, ye wish it! Stone Gritstone, a-crumble!
Página 489 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Página 469 - That what we love shall ne'er be so. I know not why I could not die, I had no earthly hope — but faith, And that forbade a selfish death.
Página 233 - Put me where I may look at him! True peach, Rosy and flawless: how I earned the prize! Draw close: that conflagration of my church — What then? So much was saved if aught were missed!
Página 488 - On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Página 235 - Good strong thick stupefying incensesmoke ! For as I lie here, hours of the dead night, Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone can point, And let the bedclothes for a mortcloth drop Into great laps and folds of...
Página 234 - Ready to twitch the Nymph's last garment off, And Moses with the tables . . . but I know Ye mark me not! What do they whisper thee, Child of my bowels, Anselm?
Página 60 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
Página 234 - Praxed's ear to pray Horses for ye, and brown Greek manuscripts, And mistresses with great smooth marbly limbs ? — That's if ye carve my epitaph aright, Choice Latin, picked phrase, Tully's every word, No gaudy ware like Gandolf's second line — Tully, my masters? Ulpian serves his need!