Ocean Adventures: Or, Cabin and Forecastle Yarns of Thrilling Incidents

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G. W. Cottrell, 1857 - 408 pages
 

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Page 152 - ... darkness and uncertainty. To those who have been accustomed to the difficulties and dangers of a sea-faring life, there are no lines which speak more forcibly to the imagination, or prove the beauty and power of the Greek poet, than those in the noble prayer of Ajax. " Lord of earth and air, O king ! O father ! hear my humble prayer.
Page 53 - Now, gallant Saxon, hold thine own ! No maiden's hand is round thee thrown ! That desperate grasp thy frame might feel Through bars of brass and triple steel ! They tug, they strain ! down, down they go, The Gael above, Fitzjames below.
Page 165 - I've lost in wooing, In watching and pursuing The light that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing. Though Wisdom oft has sought me, I scorn'd the lore she brought me, My only books Were woman's looks, And folly's all they've taught me.
Page 319 - And frighted waves rush wildly baek Before the broadside's reeling raek, Eaeh dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at onee to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly la triumph o'er his elosing eye.
Page 374 - O ! it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Page 208 - It has a strange quick jar upon the ear, That cocking of a pistol, when you know A moment more will bring the sight to bear Upon your person, twelve yards off, or so, A gentlemanly distance, not too near, If you have got a former friend for foe ; But after being fired at once or twice, The ear becomes more Irish, and less nice.
Page v - It may be urged that the language of the sailors who figure in these
Page 170 - s " many a slip between the cup and the lip," and none knew it better than Shanks and his followers.
Page 290 - But the idea of falling into the hands of those wretches is terrible. They know nothing of mercy, and exult in deeds of blood and outrage. But you say there is no cause for alarm, and I will try to think so, in spite of gloomy forebodings, which come like shadows over my mind.
Page 294 - ... in a calm, and a man or a boy could be seen stealthily employed in casting off the yard-arm gaskets from the topsail. It was clear that mischief was brewing. " ' Call all hands ! ' exclaimed Captain Seymour, in a loud and startling tone, which rang through the vessel. But the order was unnecessary, for every man was on deck, and, by this time, well convinced that the black-looking schooner would soon be cutting out work for us. " ' Set the flying-jib, Mr. Parkins...

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