Spun-yarn from Old Nantucket: Consisting Mainly of Extracts from Books Now Out of Print, with a Few Additions

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Henry Sherman Wyer
Inquirer and Mirror Press, 1914 - 311 pages
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Page 43 - Holds by the twisted horns the' indignant ram. Behold where bound, and of its robe bereft, By needy man, that all-depending lord, How meek, how patient, the mild creature lies! What softness in its melancholy face, What dumb complaining innocence appears!
Page 304 - MANY a long, long year ago, Nantucket skippers had a plan Of finding out, though " lying low," How near New York their schooners ran. They greased the lead before it fell, And then, by sounding through the night. Knowing the soil that stuck, so well, They always guessed their reckoning right. A skipper gray, whose eyes were dim, Could tell, by tasting, just the spot, And so below he'd "dowse the glim," — After, of course, his "something hot." Snug in his berth, at eight o'clock, This ancient skipper...
Page 167 - In this they differ : they do daily shed, But ah my sins grow daily more and more : If by my hairs thou number out my sins, Heaven make me bald before that day begins. From ORLANDO GIBBONS' First Set of Madrigals, 1612.
Page 305 - And so he took the well-greased lead And rubbed it o'er a box of earth That stood on deck — a parsnip-bed — And then he sought the skipper's berth. "Where are we now, sir? Please to taste.
Page 41 - Head above head; and ranged in lusty rows The shepherds sit, and whet the sounding shears.
Page 43 - While the glad circle round them yield their souls To festive mirth, and wit that knows no gall. Meantime, their joyous task goes on apace : Some mingling stir the melted tar, and some, Deep on the new-shorn vagrant's heaving side, To stamp his master's cipher ready stand : Others the unwilling wether drag along ; And glorying in his might, the sturdy boy Holds by the twisted horns the indignant ram.
Page 181 - At the south-east part of said tract is a high bluff head of land, called Tom Never's Head ; and about two miles to the northward stands our famous fishing stage houses, where our sick people go for their health, called Siasconset ; and about a mile still to the northward is a very high cliff of land called Sancota Head, then about a mile still to the northward stands' another fishing stage called Sesacacha.
Page 159 - Oh ! that mine eye might closed be To what concerns me not to see ; That deafness might possess mine ear To what concerns me not to hear ; That Truth my tongue might always tie From ever speaking foolishly ; That no vain thought might ever rest Or be conceived in my breast ; That by each word and deed and thought, Glory may to my God be brought ! But what are wishes?
Page 40 - Urg'd to the giddy brink, much is the toil The clamour much, of men, and boys, and dogs. Ere the soft fearful people to the flood Commit their woolly sides. And oft the swain, On some impatient seizing, hurls them in...
Page 275 - said the mate, "and get this stray line in! There's Mr. Dunham going on, and the old man will be with him in a minute. There he brings to!" as the whale suddenly stopped short in his mad career, and lay swashing up and down, as if rallying his strength for a fresh effort. "There's 'stand up

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