Ship and Shore: Or, Pencil Sketches on a Recent Voyage To, and a Tour In, Old EnglandS. N. Dickinson & Company, 1847 - 148 pagina's |
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Pagina 4
... pure air , keeping in a horizontal position , dieting , draughts of various medicines in all of which I have but little faith -being well convinced that getting accustomed to the sea is the most effectual remedy . But , under such ...
... pure air , keeping in a horizontal position , dieting , draughts of various medicines in all of which I have but little faith -being well convinced that getting accustomed to the sea is the most effectual remedy . But , under such ...
Pagina 13
... pure gold . Here are strown pearls , glowing with silver and golden tints , as they reflect the changing sunlight . And there is wealth beneath these still blue waters , buried deep and long ; and the strong and beautiful slumber there , ...
... pure gold . Here are strown pearls , glowing with silver and golden tints , as they reflect the changing sunlight . And there is wealth beneath these still blue waters , buried deep and long ; and the strong and beautiful slumber there , ...
Pagina 14
... pure evening air . And there you are on the broad bosom of the deep the ship sailing so smoothly along , that you are hardly conscious of motion . With all her studding - sails set , she is like some snow - white and beauteous bird ...
... pure evening air . And there you are on the broad bosom of the deep the ship sailing so smoothly along , that you are hardly conscious of motion . With all her studding - sails set , she is like some snow - white and beauteous bird ...
Pagina 23
... pure , simple , and unadorned . There is a certain honesty , frankness , and native simplicity in them , that cannot but be observed . There is much of superstition , and love of the marvelous , that lingers about them , which their ...
... pure , simple , and unadorned . There is a certain honesty , frankness , and native simplicity in them , that cannot but be observed . There is much of superstition , and love of the marvelous , that lingers about them , which their ...
Pagina 35
... pure water is better as a drink than rum ? Who was it that started the cry of water , as the panacea for all " the ills that flesh is heir to ? " Was it that son of the Emerald Isle , who , as his wife said , " lay spachless all the ...
... pure water is better as a drink than rum ? Who was it that started the cry of water , as the panacea for all " the ills that flesh is heir to ? " Was it that son of the Emerald Isle , who , as his wife said , " lay spachless all the ...
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Abbey battle of Trafalgar beautiful birds blood breathe bright building chapel Childwall church clouds cottage crimson crown dark distance Eaton Hall Emerald Isle England English enter fancy feet flaming floating flowers foaming glass glowing Gog and Magog gold golden green Greenwich Hospital Hall hand head heave horses Hospital hour houses hues hundred iron labor land leaves LETTER light linger live Liverpool London London Bridge look Lord Lord Nelson lyre marble mind monument morn night ocean omnibusses paintings Park pass passengers pauper picture pilot Queen Victoria repose rich round sails scenes seat seen ship shore side silver slumbering song sound stands stars steamer steps storm stranger stream streets Thames Tunnel thousand thread tism Tower Tower of London trees turn various walk walls waves wheel wind Windsor WINDSOR CASTLE wings young
Populaire passages
Pagina 122 - When I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and debates of mankind.
Pagina 114 - Here, where the end of earthly things Lays heroes, patriots, bards, and kings ; Where stiff the hand, and still the tongue, Of those who fought, .and spoke, and sung ; Here, where the fretted aisles prolong The distant notes of holy song, As if some angel spoke agen, All peace on earth, good-will to men...
Pagina 11 - They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. "Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Pagina 144 - The twilight hours, like birds, flew by, As lightly and as free ; Ten thousand stars were in the sky, Ten thousand on the sea : , For every wave with dimpled face, That leaped upon the air, Had caught a star in its embrace And held it trembling there.
Pagina 74 - For all day we drag our burden tiring Through the coal-dark, underground; Or all day we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round.
Pagina 73 - DO ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years ? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west : But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Pagina 74 - How long," they say, " how long, O cruel nation, Will you stand, to move the world on a child's heart, — Stifle down with a mailed heel its palpitation, And tread onward to your throne amid the mart ? Our blood splashes upward, O goldheaper, And your purple shows your path ! But the child's sob in the silence curses deeper Than the strong man in his wrath.
Pagina 115 - Tis the middle of night by the castle clock, And the owls have awakened the crowing cock ; Tu— whit ! Tu— whoo ! And hark, again ! the crowing cock, How drowsily it crew.
Pagina 121 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents...
Pagina 22 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.