Two Years and a Half in the Navy: Or, Journal of a Cruise in the Mediterranean and Levant, on Board of the U. S. Frigate Constellation, in the Years 1829, 1830, and 1831, Band 1Carey & Lea, 1832 |
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Seite 21 - Man, this is one of the most extraordinary, that he shall go on from day to day, from week to week, from month to month.
Seite 147 - For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Seite 61 - They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters ; These see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep.
Seite 50 - A few short hours, and he will rise to give the morrow birth; and I shall hail the main and skies, but not my mother earth. Deserted is my own good hall, its hearth is desolate; wild weeds are gathering on the wall ; my dog howls at the gate. Come hither, hither, my little page, why dost thou weep and wail? or dost thou dread the billows rage, or tremble at the gale?
Seite 83 - Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Seite 50 - With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to, So not again to mine. Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves ! And when you fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves ! My native land— Good Night !
Seite 10 - Unmarred, unfaded work of Deity, And unburlesqued by mortal's puny skill, From age to age enduring and unchanged, Majestical, inimitable, vast, Loud uttering satire, day and night, on each Succeeding race, and little pompous work Of man...
Seite 186 - The slothful hideth his hand in his bosom; it grieveth him to bring it again to his mouth.
Seite 168 - States with the vessel or aircraft on which he arrived or some other vessel or aircraft ; (E) an alien entitled to enter the United States under and in pursuance of the provisions of a treaty of commerce and navigation between the United States and the foreign state of which he is a national, and...
Seite 75 - With what delight could I have walk'd thee round, If I could joy in aught, sweet interchange Of hill and valley, rivers, woods and plains, Now land, now sea, and shores with forests crown'd Rocks, dens, and caves...