The Seven SeasD. Appleton, 1896 - 209 pages |
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... It's deeficult to sweer nor tak ' The Name in vain ! Men , ay an ' women , call me stern . oversee Wi ' these to Ye'll note I've little time to burn on social repartee . The bairns see what their elders miss ; they'll hunt me to an ...
... It's deeficult to sweer nor tak ' The Name in vain ! Men , ay an ' women , call me stern . oversee Wi ' these to Ye'll note I've little time to burn on social repartee . The bairns see what their elders miss ; they'll hunt me to an ...
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... its height , Had flashed my Love the word of me . Earth gave her chosen men of strength ( They lived and strove and died for me ) To drive my road a nation's length , And toss the miles aside for me . I snatched their toil to serve my ...
... its height , Had flashed my Love the word of me . Earth gave her chosen men of strength ( They lived and strove and died for me ) To drive my road a nation's length , And toss the miles aside for me . I snatched their toil to serve my ...
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... it's time for me to die . " His eyes were heavy with great sleep and yearn- ing for the land , And he spoke as a man that talks in dreams , his wound beneath his hand . " Oh , there comes no good in the westering The Rhyme of the Three ...
... it's time for me to die . " His eyes were heavy with great sleep and yearn- ing for the land , And he spoke as a man that talks in dreams , his wound beneath his hand . " Oh , there comes no good in the westering The Rhyme of the Three ...
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... it's any tune that comes into my head ! ] So I keep ' em moving forward till they drop ; So I play ' em up to water and to bed . In the silence of the camp before the fight , When it's good to make your will and say your prayer , You ...
... it's any tune that comes into my head ! ] So I keep ' em moving forward till they drop ; So I play ' em up to water and to bed . In the silence of the camp before the fight , When it's good to make your will and say your prayer , You ...
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... that thunders aft along the deck ! ] Are you sick o ' towns and men ? You must sign and sail again , For it's " Johnny Bowlegs , pack your kit and trek ! " Through the gorge that gives the stars at noon- day 76 The Song of the Banjo .
... that thunders aft along the deck ! ] Are you sick o ' towns and men ? You must sign and sail again , For it's " Johnny Bowlegs , pack your kit and trek ! " Through the gorge that gives the stars at noon- day 76 The Song of the Banjo .
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Page 199 - And only the Master shall praise us. and only the Master shall blame: And no one shall work for money. and no one shall work for fame. But each for the joy of the working. and each. in his separate star. Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are!
Page 24 - Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners, Plucking at their harps, and they plucked unhandily : ' Our thumbs are rough and tarred, And the tune is something hard — May we lift a Deepsea Chantey such as seamen use at sea?
Page 2 - Keep ye the Law — be swift in all obedience — Clear the land of evil, drive the road and bridge the ford. Make ye sure to each his own That he reap where he hath sown ; By the peace among Our peoples let men know we serve the Lord!
Page 204 - HE STARK MUNRO LETTERS. Being a Series of Twelve Letters written by STARK MUNRO, MB, to his friend and former fellow-student, Herbert Swanborough, of Lowell, Massachusetts, during the years 1881-1884. Illustrated. " Cullingworth, ... a much more interesting creation than Sherlock Holmes, and I pray Dr. Doyle to give us more of him.
Page 42 - I'd been doon that morn to see what ailed the throws, Manholin', on my back — the cranks three inches off my nose. Romance! Those first-class passengers they like it very well, Printed an' bound in little books; but why don't poets tell? I'm sick of all their quirks an' turns — the loves an' doves they dream — Lord, send a man like Robbie Burns to sing the Song o
Page 78 - And the tunes that mean so much to you alone Common tunes that make you choke and blow your nose Vulgar tunes that bring the laugh that brings the groan I can rip your very heartstrings out with those...
Page 7 - In the faith of little children we lay down and died. "On the sand-drift — on the veldt-side — in the fern-scrub we lay, That our sons might follow after by the bones on the way. Follow after — follow after! We have watered the root And the bud has come to blossom that ripens for fruit! Follow after — we are waiting by the trails that we lost For the sound of many footsteps, for the tread of a host.
Page 168 - Oogli, Shy as a girl to begin; Aggie de Castrer she made me, An' Aggie was clever as sin; Older than me, but my first un— More like a mother she were— Showed me the way to promotion an' pay, An' I learned about women from 'er!
Page 124 - The cynic devil in his blood That bids him mock his hurrying soul; That bids him flout the Law he makes, That bids him make the Law he flouts...
Page 8 - We have fed our sea for a thousand years And she calls us, still unfed, Though there's never a wave of all her waves But marks our English dead: We have strawed our best to the weed's unrest, To the shark and the sheering gull. If blood be the price of admiralty, Lord God, we ha