Fate of the Blenden Hall, East Indiaman ... Bound to Bombay: With an Account of Her Wreck, and the Sufferings and Privations Endured by the Survivors for Six Months, on the Desolate Islands of Inaccessible and Tristan D'Acunha ... (Google eBook)
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Page iii - Massachusetts, is to be expended for books for the College Library. The other half of the income is devoted to scholarships in Harvard University for the benefit of descendants of HENRY BRIGHT, JR., who died at Watertown, Massachusetts, in 1686.
Page 104 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Page 40 - With horror fraught, the dreadful scene drew near! The ship hangs hovering on the verge of death, Hell yawns, rocks rise, and breakers roar beneath!— In vain, alas! the sacred shades of yore Would arm the mind with philosophic lore; In vain they'd teach us, at the latest breath, To smile serene amid the pangs of death.
Page 133 - AWAKE, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan ; A wild where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot, Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.
Page 49 - And dread concussion rends th' ethereal frame ; Sick earth, convulsive, groans from shore to shore, And nature, shuddering/ feels the horrid roar. Still the sad prospect rises on my sight, Reveal'd in all its mournful shade and light; Swift through my pulses glides the kindling fire, As lightning glances on th' electric wire : But ah ! the force of numbers strives in vain, The glowing scene unequal to sustain.
Page 171 - ... extinguished volcano. The face of this mountain, as far up as the base of the dome, is mostly covered with brushwood, intermixed with fern and long grass, that veil its native ruggedness. Along the NW side of the island there runs a belt of low land, constituting a plain about six miles long, and presenting to the sea a perpendicular front from 50 to 300 feet high. The whole is a mass of stony fragments, scoriae, and other volcanic products, mixed with black indurated earth.
Page 16 - The unblest pursuit of fortune hither drew : Can sons of Neptune, generous, brave, and bold, In pain and hazard toil for sordid gold ? They can ! for gold too oft with magic art...
Page 171 - The whole is a solid mass of rock in the form of a truncated cone, rising abruptly from the sea, and ascending, at an angle of 45 degrees, to the height of 3000 feet.
Page 197 - Not, as of old, Extended in her hand the cap, and rod, Whose slave-enlarging touch gave double life : But her bright temples bound with British oak. And naval honours nodded on her brow.
Page 63 - Meanwhile the master's voice again they heard Whom, as with filial duty, all revered : " No more remains — but now a trusty band Must ever at the pumps industrious stand ; And, while with us the rest attend to wear, Two skilful seamen to the helm repair — And thou Eternal Power ! whose awful sway The storms revere, and roaring seas obey ! On thy supreme assistance we rely ; Thy mercy supplicate, if...