A Polar Reconnaissance: Being the Voyage of the "Isbjörn" to Novaya Zemlya in 1879

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C. Kegan Paul & Company, 1881 - 361 sider
Narrative of the "Isbjørn" cruise, including an historical summary of explorations in the Barents Sea, and to Novaya Zemlya. Also includes a discussion of the best route to the North Pole.
 

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Side 321 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
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Side 245 - O THE long and dreary Winter ! O the cold and cruel Winter ! Ever thicker, thicker, thicker Froze the ice on lake and river, Ever deeper, deeper, deeper Fell the snow o'er all the landscape, Fell the covering snow, and drifted Through the forest, round the village.
Side 136 - Thou hast thy frowns — with thee on high The storm has made his airy seat, Beyond that soft blue curtain lie His stores of hail and sleet. Thence the consuming lightnings break, There the strong hurricanes awake. Yet art thou prodigal of smiles — Smiles, sweeter than thy frowns are stern: Earth sends, from all her thousand isles, A shout at thy return. The glory that comes down from thee, Bathes, in deep joy, the land and sea.
Side 185 - In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon. Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And, like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke. Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
Side 282 - Gerrit, give me some drinke ; and he had no sooner drunke but he was taken with so sodain a qualme, that he turned his eies in his head and died presently, and we had no time to call the maister out of the other scute to speake unto him ; and so he died before Claes Adrianson who died shortly after him.
Side 32 - And then," says the old chronicler, " we prayed our Maister that we might be merry that night, and said that we were content to spend some of the wine that night which we had spared, and which was our share...
Side 32 - Twelfth-even, and then we prayed our Maister that we might be merry that night, and said that we were content to spend some of the wine that night which we had spared, and which was our share...
Side 281 - I shal not live long after him: and yet we did not judge William Barents to be so sicke, for we sat talking one with the other, and spake of many things, and William Barents...

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