The History of a Ship from Her Cradle to Her Grave: With a Short Account of Modern Steamships and Torpedoes

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George Routledge & Sons, 1882 - Seafaring life - 382 pages

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Page 99 - larum-bell ? Wilt thou, upon the high and giddy mast, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ?— Canst thou, O partial sleep...
Page 99 - O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state...
Page 99 - Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf 'ning clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Canst thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
Page 62 - circular piece of wood on the very summit of the loftiest mast, and at a height so great from the deck that my brain turned dizzy as I looked up at him. The reverse of Virgil's line was true in this instance. It was comparatively easy to ascend — but to descend — my head swam round, and my stomach felt sick, at the thought of the perils comprised in that one word.
Page 65 - The boy seemed to hesitate, and it was plain that he was tottering, for his arms were thrown out like those of one scarcely able to retain his balance. The commodore raised his voice again, and in a quicker and more energetic tone, cried, "Jump! 'tis your only chance for life.'?
Page 116 - The coward wretch whose hand and heart Can bear to torture aught below, Is ever first to quail and start From slightest pain or equal foe. Be not too ready to condemn The wrong thy brothers may have done ; Ere ye too harshly censure them For human faults, ask —
Page 147 - A hummock is a protuberance raised upon any plane of ice above the common level. It is frequently produced by pressure, where one piece is squeezed upon another, often set upon its edge, and in that position cemented by the frost. Hummocks are likewise formed, by pieces of ice mutually crushing each other, the wreck being coacervated upon one or both of them.
Page 136 - It was soon discovered that all hopes of getting her off must be abandoned, and that nothing remained but to concert measures for the escape of the passengers and crew. Some biscuit, wine, and fresh water, were accordingly got up and prepared for putting into the boats and upon a raft which had been hastily constructed ; but, in the tumult of abandoning the wreck, it happened that the raft which was destined to carry the greatest number of people, had the least share of the provisions : of wine,...
Page 181 - Admiral's cabin, the mainmast's coat, and the boats' covering on the booms, all in flames ; which, from every report and probability, he apprehended was occasioned by some hay which was lying under the half-deck having been set on fire by a match in a tub which was usually kept there for signal-guns. The mainsail at this time was set, and. almost instantly caught fire, the people not being able to come to the clue-garnets, on account of the flames.
Page 214 - We saw her mighty cable riven, Like floating gossamer. We saw her proud flag struck that morn — A star once o'er the seas, — Her anchor gone, her deck uptorn, And sadder things than these...

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