Soldiers and sailors; or, Anecdotes, details, and recollections of naval and military life, by an old officer [G. Mogridge].

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John Harris, St. Paul's Church-Yard, 1842 - 340 Seiten
 

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Seite 53 - He that outlives this hour, and comes safe home, Shall stand on tiptoe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian: He that outlives this day, and sees old age, Will yearly on the Vigil feast his neighbours, And say, To-morrow is St.
Seite 105 - Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew ; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For death has broached him to. His form was of the manliest beauty, His heart was kind and soft, Faithful, below he did his duty, And now he's gone aloft.
Seite 62 - strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand: He left the name at which the world grew pale To point a moral, or adorn a
Seite 272 - my life to Him that made me; and may his blessing alight on my endeavours for serving my country faithfully ! To him I resign myself, and the just cause which is entrusted to me to defend. Amen ! Amen ! Amen
Seite 19 - Were I so tall to reach the pole, Or grasp the ocean with my span, I must be measured by my soul ;— The mind's the standard of the man !'
Seite 238 - crush, command, rebuild, But govern not thy pettiest passion ; nor, However deeply in men's spirits skilled, Look through thine own ; nor curb the lust of war; Nor learn, that tempted Fate will leave the loftiest star."
Seite 121 - is sorrow's purest sigh O'er ocean's heaving bosom sent ; In vain their bones unburied lie, All earth becomes their monument. " A tomb is theirs on every page ; An epitaph on every tongue ; The present hours, the future age, For them bewail, to them belong.
Seite 307 - Wolfe received his deathwound on the heights of Quebec, his principal care was that he should not be seen to fall. ' Support me,' said he to such as were near him ; ' let not my brave soldiers see me drop; the day is ours ! Oh ! keep it !' And with these words he expired.
Seite 238 - Oh ! more or less than man. In high or low, Battling with nations, flying from the field ! Now making monarchs* necks thy footstool! now, More than thy meanest soldier, taught to yield. An empire thou
Seite 262 - the main-mast of L'Orient, that when you have finished your military career in this world, you may be buried in one of your trophies. But that that period may be far distant is the earnest wish of your sincere friend, BENJAMIN HALLOWELL.'

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