Fifine at the Fair, and Other Poems

J. R. Osgood, 1872 - 280 pages

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Page 275 - Morn and eve, night and day, Have I piloted your bay, Entered free and anchored fast at the foot of Solidor. Burn the fleet and ruin France? That were worse than fifty Hogues \ Sirs, they know I speak the truth ! Sirs, believe me, there's a way I Only let me lead the line, Have the biggest ship to steer, Get this 'Formidable...
Page 277 - Out burst all with one accord, " This is Paradise for Hell ! Let France, let France's king Thank the man that did the thing...
Page 159 - Ah, but if you knew how time has dragged, days, nights! All the neighbor-talk with man and maid — such men ! All the fuss and trouble of street-sounds, window-sights : All the worry of flapping door and echoing roof ; and then, All the fancies . . . Who were they had leave, dared try Darker arts that almost struck despair in me ? If you knew but how I dwelt down here ! " quoth I : " And was I so better off up there ?
Page 276 - See, safe through shoal and rock, How they follow in a flock. Not a ship that misbehaves, not a keel that grates the ground. Not a spar that comes to grief! The peril, see, is past, All are harbored to the last; And just as Herve Kiel hollas "Anchor!
Page 158 - SAVAGE I was sitting in my house, late, lone: Dreary, weary with the long day's work: Head of me, heart of me, stupid as a stone : Tongue-tied now, now blaspheming like a Turk ; When, in a moment, just a knock, call, cry, Half a pang and all a rapture, there again were we ! — " What, and is it really you again ? " quoth I: " I again, what else did you expect ?
Page 271 - Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two, Did the English fight the French, — woe to France! And, the thirty-first of May, helterskelter through the blue. Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue, Came crowding ship on ship to Saint Malo on the Ranee, With the English fleet in view.
Page 275 - Formidable' clear, Make the others follow mine, And I lead them, most and least, by a passage I know well, Right to Solidor past Greve, And there lay them safe and sound; And if one ship misbehave, — Keel so much as grate the ground, Why, I've nothing but my life, — here's my head!
Page 29 - O' the beauty in review ; because the flesh that claimed Unduly my regard, she thought, the taste, she blamed In me, for things externe, was all mistake, she finds, — Or will find, when I prove that bodies show me minds, That, through the outward sign, the inward grace allures, And sparks from heaven transpierce earth's coarsest covertures, All by demonstrating the value of Fifine ! XXIX. Partake my confidence ! No creature 's made so mean But that, some way, it boasts, could we investigate, Its...
Page 273 - Here's the English at our heels; would you have them take in tow All that's left us of the fleet linked together stern and bow, For a prize to Plymouth Sound? Better run the ships aground!
Page 278 - My friend, I must speak out at the end, Though I find the speaking hard. Praise is deeper than the lips : You have saved the King his ships, You must name your own reward. 'Faith, our sun was near eclipse ! Demand whate'er you will, France remains your debtor still. Ask to heart's content and have! or my name's not Damfreville.

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