Romance of the Ocean: A Narrative of the Voyage of the Wildfire to California. Illustrated with Stories, Anecdotes, Etc

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Lindsay and Blakiston, 1850 - 218 Seiten

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Seite 124 - Lonely I no longer roam, Like the cloud, the wind, the wave : Where you dwell shall be my home, Where you die shall be my grave...
Seite 132 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Seite 157 - His righteousness all other things shall be added unto us, and that godliness hath the promise of the life which now is as well as of that which is to come.
Seite 157 - After death its joys will be Lasting as eternity ! Be the living GOD my friend, Then my bliss shall never end.
Seite 152 - Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
Seite 167 - ... trespassing therein. Upon one occasion, an Irish marine, a stranger to the place, was on guard at this post, and having received the regular orders not to allow any one to go upon the grass but the major's cows, determined to adhere to them strictly. He had not been long at his post, when three elegant young ladies presented themselves at the entrance for the purpose of taking their usual evening walk, and were quickly accosted by the marine with " You can't go there ! '' " Oh ! but we may,"...
Seite 203 - Stoney said to me,' Arise, Peter, and go with us to the prayer-meeting, and get your soul converted. Your sister Mary has already obtained the Spirit of Adoption...
Seite 7 - They take them wings, and spring aloft in air, And change to clouds, and then, dissolving, throw Their treasures back to earth, and, rushing, tear The mountain and the vale, as proudly on they bear. I, too. have been upon thy rolling breast. Widest of waters ; I have seen thee lie Calm, as an infant pillow'd in its rest On a fond mother's bosom, when the sky, Not smoother, gave the deep its azure dye, Till a new heaven was arch'd and glass'd below...

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