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Page 260 - The greatest sympathy will not enable us to see "strange lands from under the arched white sails of ships.
Page 24 - A trouble is a trouble, and the general idea, in the country, is to treat it as such, rather than to snatch the knotted cords from the hand of God and deal out murderous blows.
Page 116 - Went sounding on its dim and perilous way." she sang bits of old songs and Psalms, stopping suddenly, mingling the Psalms of David and the diviner words of his Son and Lord, with homely odds and ends and scraps of ballads.
Page 46 - It is extraordinary how many emotional storms one may weather in safety if one is ballasted with ever so little gold.
Page 336 - ... bulwarks and down to the black earth, the drum of alien heels sounded on her decks, and the bridge, so authoritative, so omnipotently urgent a moment since, was silent. She was no longer a sentient thing in the sea, she was become but a line in the shipping news, a factor on the Exchange. There she had not even a name, she was simply a semihypothetical capacity, " 8000 tons, Las Palmas, 8s. 3d.," a bucket in the endless distribution chain that creeps across the world.
Page 193 - Responsibility's like a string we can only see the middle of; both ends are out of sight...
Page 166 - Terrible and sublime thought, that every moment is supreme for some man and woman, every hour the apotheosis of some passion!
Page 225 - ... SEA'S MESSAGE. FAR from the inland regions Where flowers in myriads grow, In pale or rose-pink legions, With robes of flame or snow, Far from the forests shaking Their gloomy crests inland, We seek the sea-waves breaking Along the golden sand. To all whose souls are weary, To all whose souls are sad With piteous days or dreary, To all whose hearts are glad, The great sea's soul has spoken, The great sea brings release ; And even hearts half-broken Win something of its peace. The weariest-hearted...
Page 182 - She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself drift quiescent in the stream of circumstance.
Page 312 - said the young man, lighting a cigarette. " He can't get away. And besides, he says he doesn't want a lad who's been to sea before. They know too much. Always trouble with 'em." He looked up and saw Hannibal's strained, attentive face. " D'you know anybody ? " he asked abruptly. "What — what sort o