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Page 284 - Last night the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Page 171 - He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
Page 124 - 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 112 - How gloriously her gallant course she goes! Her white wings flying - never from her foes She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Page 249 - The time at which each seaman is to be on board or to begin work : (d.) The capacity in which each seaman is to serve : (e.) The amount of wages which each seaman...
Page 321 - The hollow winds begin to blow : The clouds look black, the glass is low ; The soot falls down, the spaniels sleep ; And spiders from their cobwebs peep. Last night the sun went pale to bed, The Moon in halos hid her head ; The boding shepherd heaves a sigh, For see ! a rainbow spans the sky. The walls are damp, the ditches smell, Closed is the pink-eyed pimpernel.
Page 14 - Build me straight, O worthy Master, Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!
Page 24 - And around the bows and along the side The heavy hammers and mallets plied, Till after many a week, at length, Wonderful for form and strength, Sublime in its enormous bulk, Loomed aloft the shadowy hulk!