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The Society, 1874 - Voyages and travels
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a two volume travelogue written in c1750. Interesting, but not to be read in its full mind-numbing details. Read full review

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Page 3 - These see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep. For he commandeth and raiseth the stormy wind, which lifteth up the waves thereof. They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths : their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.
Page 3 - He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still. Then are they glad because they be quiet; so He bringeth them unto their desired haven.
Page 3 - They that go down to the sea in ships, That do business in great waters ; These see the works of the Lord, And his wonders in the deep.
Page 3 - Oh that men would praise the Lord for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men! Let them exalt him also in the congregation of the people, and praise him in the assembly of the elders.
Page vi - Insuperable height of loftiest shade, Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm, A sylvan scene; and as the ranks ascend Shade above shade, a woody theatre Of stateliest view.
Page xc - The strange adventures of Andrew Battell of Leigh in Essex, sent by the Portugals prisoner to Angola, who lived there and in the adjoining regions near eighteen years " (1589 to 160 7), published in Purchas his Pilgrimes (1625), lib.
Page lxxxvii - I shall give advise for. This voyage is as good as any Peru-voyage. If you and Master Osborne will deale here, I will deale with you before any other, because of our old friendly friendship in time past.
Page 68 - As monumental bronze unchanged his look: A soul that pity touch'd, but never shook : Train'd, from his tree-rock'd cradle to his bier, The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook Impassive — fearing but the shame of fear— A stoic of the woods — a man without a tear.
Page lxxxvi - Lord thankes for placing me in such honour and plentifulnesse of all things. Also certaine dayes past I talked with the Provedor and the...
Page 60 - With this blow I avenge me of my friend, that one who was slain by your people." After this they took me into the huts where I had to lie in a hammock while the women surrounded me and beat me and pulled at me on all sides, mocking me and offering to eat me. Meanwhile the men had assembled in a hut by themselves, drinking a drink which is known as Kawi, and having their gods, called Tammerka,46 about them, to whom they sang praises, since these gods...

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