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... ship onward , were blow- ing it up - hill , he would , perhaps , beguile the weariness of the voyage by many a laugh ... ships are carrying the news and the commerce of the world . The length of this great mountain girdle running east ...
... ship onward , were blow- ing it up - hill , he would , perhaps , beguile the weariness of the voyage by many a laugh ... ships are carrying the news and the commerce of the world . The length of this great mountain girdle running east ...
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... Ships at sea with the waters far and near on which they are floating , the angry tossing waves as well as the light spray dashed from them , the birds that cut their way through the air , the clouds that seem to hang motionless in the ...
... Ships at sea with the waters far and near on which they are floating , the angry tossing waves as well as the light spray dashed from them , the birds that cut their way through the air , the clouds that seem to hang motionless in the ...
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... ship Wales , whereby we pass to the Pacific , is as she is lying at the islands called Foul Weather Group , or the Falkland Islands . Cape Horn weather here begins , and the ship and her company put on their Cape Horn suit . This group ...
... ship Wales , whereby we pass to the Pacific , is as she is lying at the islands called Foul Weather Group , or the Falkland Islands . Cape Horn weather here begins , and the ship and her company put on their Cape Horn suit . This group ...
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... ship remains tight in spite of all the straining . We congratulate ourselves on having weathered the Cape in less time than it often takes , though it be more than is sometimes the fortune of the Cape Horn navigator . One of our seamen ...
... ship remains tight in spite of all the straining . We congratulate ourselves on having weathered the Cape in less time than it often takes , though it be more than is sometimes the fortune of the Cape Horn navigator . One of our seamen ...
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... ship was rolling so violently , and the wind blowing in such gusts of fury , that it seemed almost impossible for the topmasts and yards to sustain the shocks . For several days we were reduced to close - reefed fore and main- topsails ...
... ship was rolling so violently , and the wind blowing in such gusts of fury , that it seemed almost impossible for the topmasts and yards to sustain the shocks . For several days we were reduced to close - reefed fore and main- topsails ...
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ancient animals arms Bashan battle battle of Trafalgar beauty beneath Beth-gamul bird blood Boabdil brave breast breath brow Bruges Brutus Cæsar Carthage Carthaginians clouds Damascus dark dead death deep desert earth enemy Enniskilleners face fear feet fire frigate gaze glory hand Hardy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills honour human Kerioth king Labour land Lebanon light living Loch Katrine look Lord Lucknow Mark Antony mighty miles morning mountain Nelson never Nevermore night Nineveh noble o'er once palaces passed Pilgrim's Progress plain Prince Rephaim rock Rome round Saxon scarcely scene seen ship shore side sight silent sleep smile soldier soul spirit stars stood sweet sword tears thee thou hast thought thousand tomb trees valleys voice walls wave weary wild wind wonderful word
Populiarios ištraukos
397 psl. - I will wrong such honourable men. But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar ; I found it in his closet, 'tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
363 psl. - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
302 psl. - We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
48 psl. - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
363 psl. - To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.
317 psl. - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
317 psl. - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
47 psl. - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
364 psl. - twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
95 psl. - 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.