Sea Songs, Tales, Etc

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Palmer & Hoby, 1849 - Sea poetry, English - 304 pages
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Page 58 - Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while. One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws, Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting : Oh ! this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay, Like a dead leafless branch in the summer's bright ray, The beams of the warm sun play round it in vain, It may smile in his light, but it blooms not again.
Page 155 - WHY, what's that to you, if my eyes I'ma wiping? A tear is a pleasure, d'ye see, in its way ; 'Tis nonsense for trifles, I own, to be piping; But they that han't pity, why I pities they. Says the captain, says he (I shall never forget it) " If of courage you'd know, lads, the true from the sham ; 'Tis a furious lion in battle, so let it. But, duty appeased, 'tis in mercy a lamb.
Page 138 - I'm sure if the King once gets a sight of this here day's ' work, and knows that we have run away like cowardly lubbers, it will be the death of him, poor soul." Though this disgraceful event did not break the heart of the King, it certainly did that of Sir Charles Hardy ; whose spirits were so oppressed on his arrival at Portsmouth, that he never went to sea again, and died shortly afterwards. Such was the entrance of Prince William-Henry into public life ; and when we consider his youth, the arduous...
Page 137 - ... was reluctantly compelled to avoid a battle. Ludicrous as the following anecdote is, it may be taken as a fair exemplification of the sentiments of the entire service. When the English fleet, under a press of 'sail, bore away from their opponents, a boatswain's mate on board the Royal George, stept over the ship's bows, and lashed a double hammock fast round the figure-head of the King. " What are you doing there ?" says a lieutenant on the forecastle. " Only securing his peepers,
Page 245 - When first you courted me, I own, I fondly favoured you; Apparent worth and high renown Made me believe you true, Donald. Each virtue then seem'd to adorn The man esteem'd by me ; But now the mask's thrown off, I scorn To waste one thought on thee, Donald.
Page 137 - ... led to suppose, from this statement and observation, that the Prince went for the first time to sea, under the particular care of Admiral Rodney ; when, in fact, he had been already a year and a half in the service, and, in that time, had gone through much danger. The encounter of the channel-fleet with the combined French and Spanish squadrons in the preceding summer, exposed his Royal Highness to imminent danger; and, if a general action had taken place, as there was every reason to believe...
Page 245 - O then for ever haste away, Away from love and me ! Go seek a heart that's like your own, And come no more to me, Donald. For I'll reserve myself alone For one that's more like me ; If such a one I cannot find, I'll fly from love and thee, Donald.
Page 176 - O leave me, and to-morrow — Dark shadows may pass away : There's a time when all that grieves us Is felt with a deeper gloom ; There's a time when hope deceives us, And we dream of bright days to come.
Page 146 - The landlady staggered against the wall, And said, at first, she didn't know him at all,
Page 195 - NED HALYARD. Huntsman, wake! the sun is up, The ale is sparkling in the cup, And merrily sounds the horn. What, lazy ! are you ling'ring yet ? Have your bright dreams made you forget It is the hunting; morn ? " Miss Pet" now paws the ground in haste, It is a shame old time to waste— By Jove! he runs too last. The hounds are telling you to rise, They're giving forth their music cries ; \V hat ! has sleep flown at last ? Rouse up! I will no longer stay ; Hark forward ! Tally-ho! away! There's music...

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