The post-captain; or, The wooden walls well manned [by J. Davis]. New and enlarged (10th) ed1841 |
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... hours ' sleep . " 66 you " I pity you , " said the lieutenant ; get no more sleep than a ground - tier - butt . " " And I , " said Mr. Gallipot , the doctor , 66 was obliged to get up in the night to go to the round house . " " Shocking ...
... hours ' sleep . " 66 you " I pity you , " said the lieutenant ; get no more sleep than a ground - tier - butt . " " And I , " said Mr. Gallipot , the doctor , 66 was obliged to get up in the night to go to the round house . " " Shocking ...
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... hour more , Mr. Tafferell , the second lieutenant , made his appearance on the quarter - deck ; when Mr. Hurricane , together with the mid- shipman of the morning - watch , accompanied the captain into the cabin , where the break- fast ...
... hour more , Mr. Tafferell , the second lieutenant , made his appearance on the quarter - deck ; when Mr. Hurricane , together with the mid- shipman of the morning - watch , accompanied the captain into the cabin , where the break- fast ...
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... cook to a few coals . But to be In the navy the button of an officer's uniform has an anchor stamped on it ; in the Company's service a ram- pant lion . mast - headed four hours on a stretch , not A VIEW OF NAVAL MANNERS . 13.
... cook to a few coals . But to be In the navy the button of an officer's uniform has an anchor stamped on it ; in the Company's service a ram- pant lion . mast - headed four hours on a stretch , not A VIEW OF NAVAL MANNERS . 13.
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John Davis. mast - headed four hours on a stretch , not for any actual fault , but to gratify the wanton exercise of arbitrary power , is revolting to a heart of feeling . You will experience none of this treatment , Mr. Gale , on board ...
John Davis. mast - headed four hours on a stretch , not for any actual fault , but to gratify the wanton exercise of arbitrary power , is revolting to a heart of feeling . You will experience none of this treatment , Mr. Gale , on board ...
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... hours before by a seventy - four cut down . Captain Brilliant immediately clapped Mr. Echo , the midshipman , with six hands on board of her , and was about to shape his his course after her , when Mr. Hurricane , who returned with the ...
... hours before by a seventy - four cut down . Captain Brilliant immediately clapped Mr. Echo , the midshipman , with six hands on board of her , and was about to shape his his course after her , when Mr. Hurricane , who returned with the ...
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The post-captain; or, The wooden walls well manned [by J. Davis]. John Davis Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1815 |
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Sida 121 - By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song ; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
Sida 319 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? — The wild brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide, The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean-tide ; The hum of bees ; the linnet's lay of love ; And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
Sida 188 - Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or knowing it pursue.
Sida 132 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore When the stormy tempests blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow.
Sida 235 - Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
Sida 311 - Who in their nightly watchful spheres, Lead in swift round the months and years. The sounds and seas, with all their finny drove, Now to the moon in wavering morrice move ; And on the tawny sands and shelves Trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.
Sida 28 - twas Saturday night : Some sweetheart or wife that he loved as his life Each drank while he wish'd he could hail her ; But the standing toast that pleased the most Was — The wind that blows, the ship that goes, And the lass that loves a sailor...
Sida 140 - Tis unnatural, Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last A falcon towering in her pride of place Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.
Sida 267 - Who having been prais'd for bluntness, doth affect A saucy roughness, and constrains the garb Quite from his Nature. He cannot flatter he, An honest mind and plain, he must speak truth, And they will take it so, if not, he's plain.
Sida 114 - The day following that of our interview with the Indian warrior, our party broke up, two individuals of it to return to Philadelphia, and the clergyman and myself to proceed to Quebec. It was a fine morning when we started on this new journey. All nature seemed refreshed, and the dew fell drop by drop from the trees of the forest. The wild turkeys were calling to each other from the lofty branches of the oak ; the cardinol was expanding his golden plumage to the sun, the woodpecker was sticking his...