The port admiral, by the author of 'Cavendish'. |
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The Port Admiral, by the Author Of 'Cavendish' William Johnstoun N. Neale Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2020 |
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Admiral's appeared arms arrived beauty beheld beneath Blunderbuss boat bosom breeze cabin Captain Bombast Captain Croiser Charlotte Chatty command countenance crew dark Davy Jones dear deck delight exclaimed fear feeling fellow forecastle gale gentle give Græme Grooves guns hand head heard heart honour hour instant lads Lady Sapphira latter light lips Longbow look Lord Falconer Marengo Margarita Margiée ment mind morning Mount Edgecumbe mutineers never night Nine-fathom officer once orlop deck party passed pause poop poor Port Admiral present Puff quarter-deck Ranno Rannolini reader replied returned Richard Salisbury round sail sailor scarcely scene seamen seemed seen ship ship's side Sir Richard sister smile soul spirit stood stranger sure taffrail Tarpaulin tell thee there's thing thou thought tion turned vessel voice walk waves wind young younker
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Side 273 - Wilt thou have this Man to thy wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou obey him, and serve him, love, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?
Side 59 - When youthful Love, warm-blu.shing strong, Keen-shivering shot thy nerves along, Those accents, grateful to thy tongue, Th' adored Name, I taught thee how to pour in song, To soothe thy flame "I saw thy pulse's maddening play, Wild send thee Pleasure's devious way. Misled by Fancy's meteor ray, By Passion driven; But yet the light that led astray, Was light from Heaven.
Side 63 - Grace was in all her steps. Heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
Side 88 - There was in him a vital scorn of all : As if the worst had fall'n which could befall, He stood a stranger in this breathing world, An erring spirit from another hurled...
Side 245 - Nor public flame, nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine Lo, thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
Side 240 - Oh for a tongue to curse the slave, Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might...
Side 231 - Thus unlamented pass the proud away, The gaze of fools, the pageant of a day ; So perish all whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others' good, or melt at others
Side 67 - Thy throne had still been thine, or never been; For daring made thy rise as fall : thou seek'st Even now to re-assume the imperial mien, And shake again the world, the thunderer of the scene!
Side 88 - A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped By choice the perils he by chance escaped ; But 'scaped in vain...
Side 275 - tis thine to cleanse his heart From every gross, unholy part ; Thine, in domestic solitude, To win him to be wise and good ; His pattern, guide, and friend, to be, To give him back the heaven he forfeited for thee.