The Life of a Midshipman: A Tale Founded on Facts, and Intended to Correct an Injudicious Predilection in Boys for the Life of a Sailor

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H. Colburn and R. Bentley, 1829 - 264 sidor

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Sida 36 - Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...
Sida 151 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Sida 81 - How gloriously her gallant course she goes! Her white wings flying — never from her foes — She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Sida 163 - To mark the sufferings of the babe That cannot speak its woe ; To see the infant tears gush forth, Yet know not why they flow ; To meet the meek, uplifted eye That fain would ask relief, Yet can but tell of agony — This is a mother's grief.
Sida 24 - Merrily, merrily, goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea. The shores of Mull on the eastward lay, And Ulva dark and Colonsay, And all the group of islets gay That guard famed Staffa round.
Sida 49 - The western sun beyond the farthest height, When slowly he forsakes the fields of light. No more the freshness of the falling dew, Cool and delightful, here shall bathe my head, As from this western window dear, I lean, Listening, the while I watch the placid scene...
Sida 229 - On thy calm joys with what delight I dream, Thou dear green valley of my native stream ! Fancy o'er thee still waves th' enchanting wand, And every nook of thine is fairy land, And ever will be, though the axe should smite In Gain's rude service, and in Pity's spite, Thy clustering alders, and at length invade The last, last poplars, that compose thy...

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