The Seven SeasD. Appleton, 1896 - 209 pages |
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... lifts a keel we manned ; There's never an ebb goes seaward now But drops our dead on the sand- But slinks our dead on the sands forlore , From The Ducies to the Swin . If blood be the price of admiralty , If blood be the price of ...
... lifts a keel we manned ; There's never an ebb goes seaward now But drops our dead on the sand- But slinks our dead on the sands forlore , From The Ducies to the Swin . If blood be the price of admiralty , If blood be the price of ...
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... , and they plucked un- handily : " Our thumbs are rough and tarred , And the tune is something hard- May we lift a Deepsea Chantey such as seamen use at sea ? ” Then said the souls of the gentlemen - adven- turers- The Last Chantey . 23.
... , and they plucked un- handily : " Our thumbs are rough and tarred , And the tune is something hard- May we lift a Deepsea Chantey such as seamen use at sea ? ” Then said the souls of the gentlemen - adven- turers- The Last Chantey . 23.
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... lift to furnace - bars , backed , bolted , braced an ' stayed , An ' singin ' like the Mornin ' Stars for joy that they are made ; While , out o ' touch o ' vanity , the sweatin ' thrust- block says : " Not unto us the praise , or man ...
... lift to furnace - bars , backed , bolted , braced an ' stayed , An ' singin ' like the Mornin ' Stars for joy that they are made ; While , out o ' touch o ' vanity , the sweatin ' thrust- block says : " Not unto us the praise , or man ...
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... lift of the great Cape combers , And the smell of the baked Karroo . To the growl of the sluicing stamp - head- To the reef and the water - gold , To the last and the largest Empire , To the map that is half unrolled ! To our dear dark ...
... lift of the great Cape combers , And the smell of the baked Karroo . To the growl of the sluicing stamp - head- To the reef and the water - gold , To the last and the largest Empire , To the map that is half unrolled ! To our dear dark ...
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... lift the weight of flatling years ; The caverns of the mountain side Hold him who scorns our hutted piers . Lost hills whereby we dare not dwell , Guard ye his rest . his rest . Romance , farewell ! " 66 ' Farewell , Romance ! " the ...
... lift the weight of flatling years ; The caverns of the mountain side Hold him who scorns our hutted piers . Lost hills whereby we dare not dwell , Guard ye his rest . his rest . Romance , farewell ! " 66 ' Farewell , Romance ! " the ...
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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