Chost stories. Frere du Diable. The fisherman's family. The red flag at the fore. The prisoner. The convict. The burning ship. The veteran soldier

E.L. Carey & A. Hart, 1835

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Seite 73 - Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.
Seite 85 - Tis thou, thrice sweet and gracious goddess, addressing myself to LIBERTY, whom all in public or in private worship, whose taste is grateful, and ever will be so, till NATURE herself shall change...
Seite 82 - French eighty-gun ship that had been set on fire to prevent her falling into the hands of the English; and having anchored in a secure position, left my vessel in a four-oared boat, passed the batteries undiscovered, and executed my orders as the brave marshal stood in the great square, with white flags and beauty greeting his arrival. Peace came! Bonaparte was elbowed off" to Elba, and the "red flag at the fore...
Seite 69 - God ! — the vision is even now before me, when I beheld that pale-faced youth struggling in the agonies of death — those features full of mild benevolence, still more deadly in their hue, and hideous in convulsive writhings — the hand, that I had so often pressed with real unabated friendship, dyed in the life-stream from his heart, as he worked his fingers in the deep wound that dismissed his noble spirit ! It was in action, when rage and vengeance lashed the passions into fury. Yes ! there...
Seite 74 - ... billows ; like the soul of the mighty, struggling with the last pangs of mortality. Orders were given to furl the foresail, and about sixty of the best seamen sprang aloft to execute the command. Already had they extended themselves upon the yard, and were gathering up the folds of the heavy canvass, when a tremendous sea came, like an Alpine mountain, rushing towards us.
Seite 72 - Indiamen and transports with troops, were scattered in every direction; but now and then we could distinguish one or two, as they appeared for a moment on the summit of the foaming surge, like dim specks upon the verge of the horizon. Night came, and brought its frowning horrors — a pitchy darkness, which seemed almost palpable to the touch, hung with a funereal gloom above, whilst the wild waves, lashed by the raging tempest into sparkling foam, served but to render the blackness of the heavens...

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