Soldiers and Sailors: Or, Anecdotes, Details, and Recollections of Naval and Military LifeGrant & Griffith, 1842 - 340 sider |
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... once ! Speak one at a time , or , if you like it better , let one of you be spokesman for the rest . You shall have all the information that I can give you . " " Thank you ! -thank you , uncle ! That will be the very thing ; for we know ...
... once ! Speak one at a time , or , if you like it better , let one of you be spokesman for the rest . You shall have all the information that I can give you . " " Thank you ! -thank you , uncle ! That will be the very thing ; for we know ...
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... Artillery Company of London had once a company of bowmen attached to them , but they have long since put down the bow , and taken up the musket . ” " All boys remember about Robin Hood , and his SOLDIERS AND SAILORS . 15.
... Artillery Company of London had once a company of bowmen attached to them , but they have long since put down the bow , and taken up the musket . ” " All boys remember about Robin Hood , and his SOLDIERS AND SAILORS . 15.
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... once , and it was a clear case that he would have willingly given up a part of his ill- gotten prize - money to have secured a retreat . At first I used him tenderly , treating him with only a few points of the compass backwards - north ...
... once , and it was a clear case that he would have willingly given up a part of his ill- gotten prize - money to have secured a retreat . At first I used him tenderly , treating him with only a few points of the compass backwards - north ...
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... once , without warning , the squall came . The sheets and ropes cracked and snapped in the wind , the fore - sail was torn to ribands , the rain fell like a torrent , and away went the ship , running almost gunwale down in the water 28 ...
... once , without warning , the squall came . The sheets and ropes cracked and snapped in the wind , the fore - sail was torn to ribands , the rain fell like a torrent , and away went the ship , running almost gunwale down in the water 28 ...
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... once let go my anchor , with a chain cable bent to it , in forty - five fathoms , without having calculated on the probable effects of the momentum . Though the cable was bitted , all the stoppers snapped like packthread ; and the ...
... once let go my anchor , with a chain cable bent to it , in forty - five fathoms , without having calculated on the probable effects of the momentum . Though the cable was bitted , all the stoppers snapped like packthread ; and the ...
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Side 274 - May the great God whom I worship grant to my country, and for the benefit of Europe in general, a great and glorious victory, and may no misconduct in any one tarnish it ; and may humanity after victory be the predominant feature in the British fleet...
Side 315 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Side 53 - This day is called the feast of Crispian. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say "Tomorrow is Saint Crispian." Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day.
Side 62 - His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand ; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Side 75 - Fitz-James's blade was sword and shield. He practised every pass and ward, To thrust, to strike, to feint, to guard ; While less expert, though stronger far, The Gael maintained unequal war. Three times in closing strife they stood, And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood ; No stinted draught, no scanty tide, The gushing flood the tartans dyed.
Side 315 - 11 reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone — But we left him alone with his glory.
Side 105 - Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For death has broach'd him to. His form was of the manliest beauty, His heart was kind and soft; Faithful below he did his duty, And now he's gone aloft.
Side 74 - Then each at once his falchion drew, Each on the ground his scabbard threw, Each looked to sun and stream and plain, As what they ne'er might see again ; Then, foot and point and eye opposed, In dubious strife they darkly closed.
Side 19 - Were I so tall to reach the pole, Or grasp the ocean with my span, I must be measured by my soul : The mind's the standard of the man.
Side 151 - His arms are neutral, hanging and swinging in a curve aloof; his hands, half open, look as if they had just been handling ropes, and had no object in life but to handle them again. He is proud of appearing in a new hat and slops, with a belcher handkerchief flowing loosely round his neck, and the corner of another out of his pocket. Thus equipped, with pinchbeck buckles in his...