The Seven SeasD. Appleton, 1896 - 209 pages |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 22
Page 3
... night the rocket's trail- As the sheep that graze behind us so we know them where they hail . We bridge across the dark , and bid the helmsman have a care , The flash that wheeling inland wakes his sleeping wife to prayer ; From our ...
... night the rocket's trail- As the sheep that graze behind us so we know them where they hail . We bridge across the dark , and bid the helmsman have a care , The flash that wheeling inland wakes his sleeping wife to prayer ; From our ...
Page 7
... night , While man shall take his life to stake At risk of shoal or main ( By day nor yet by night ) , But standeth even so As now we witness here , While men depart , of joyful heart , Adventure for to know . ( As now bear witness here ) ...
... night , While man shall take his life to stake At risk of shoal or main ( By day nor yet by night ) , But standeth even so As now we witness here , While men depart , of joyful heart , Adventure for to know . ( As now bear witness here ) ...
Page 28
... night was done , There danced the deep to windward Blue - empty ' neath the sun ! Strange consorts rode beside us And brought us evil luck ; The witch - fire climbed our channels , And danced on vane and truck : Till , through the red ...
... night was done , There danced the deep to windward Blue - empty ' neath the sun ! Strange consorts rode beside us And brought us evil luck ; The witch - fire climbed our channels , And danced on vane and truck : Till , through the red ...
Page 31
... night ; old bones are hard to please ; I'll stand the middle watch up here - alone wi ' God an ' these My engines , after ninety days o ' race an ' rack an ' strain Through all the seas of all Thy world , slam - bang- in ' home again ...
... night ; old bones are hard to please ; I'll stand the middle watch up here - alone wi ' God an ' these My engines , after ninety days o ' race an ' rack an ' strain Through all the seas of all Thy world , slam - bang- in ' home again ...
Page 32
... night ! His wife's at Plymouth . . . . Seventy - One - Two -Three since he began- Three turns for Mistress Ferguson . . . an ' who's to blame the man ? There's none at any port for me , by drivin ' fast or slow , Since Elsie Campbell ...
... night ! His wife's at Plymouth . . . . Seventy - One - Two -Three since he began- Three turns for Mistress Ferguson . . . an ' who's to blame the man ? There's none at any port for me , by drivin ' fast or slow , Since Elsie Campbell ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
ah fare ain't Army arquebus Baltic barrick be'ind beggar beneath Bill Awkins blind bloomin blow blue burn Buy my English Cheer clear Contract with God Cullingworth dead death devil Devil is driving drunk eathen English posies eyes Farewell fight fought gale Gawd Gawd-bless-'im give hath hear heart Heave knew lady land learned about women lift Liner little cargo-boats little things Lord lower deck Man-o'-War's er usband Man-the Mary pierced Mother Carey Native-born never night Northern Light port price of admiralty pride Reuben Paine roar Romance round Rudyard Kipling sail sergeant she's a lady ship sing singin skin sloop-of-war smoke soldiers Song Song of Roland soul stand story Stralsund tell Thee There's things he cares Thou tide Tom Hall True Thomas Twas wait watch wife wind word Yoshiwara
Popular passages
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