The Naval Chronicle, Volumen2

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James Stanier Clarke, Stephen Jones, John Jones
J. Gold, 1799
Contains a general and biographical history of the Royal Navy of the United Kingdom, with a variety of original papers on nautical subjects, under the guidance of several literary and professional men.
 

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Página 329 - Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon—" The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon. The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy.
Página 419 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust.
Página 330 - Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around; It cracked and growled, and roared and howled. Like noises in a swound!
Página 419 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they: The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; But oh! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.
Página 330 - It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through! And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners
Página 372 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Página 420 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
Página 231 - To all you ladies now at land We men at sea indite; But first would have you understand How hard it is to write: The Muses now, and Neptune too, We must implore to write to you — With a fa, la, la, la, la.
Página 232 - Should foggy Opdam chance to know, Our sad and dismal story, The Dutch would scorn so weak a foe, And quit their fort at Goree : For what resistance can they find From men who've left their hearts behind? With a fa la, la la, la la.
Página 16 - And, reassembling our afflicted Powers, Consult how we may henceforth most offend Our Enemy ; our own loss how repair ; How overcome this dire calamity ; What reinforcement we may gain from hope ; If not, what resolution from despair.

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