This historical romance of the Spanish Main was first published in 1855, and in 1920 with the dramatic illustrations of N.C. Wyeth, who is famous for illustrating Treasure Island, The Last of the Mohicans, and Robinson Crusoe. This vibrant novel captures the daring spirit of adventurers who sailed with Sir Francic Drake, and this new edition features text reset in the original typeface and full-color illustrations reproduced from the original canvases.
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Page 161 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave...
Page 272 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Page 207 - The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.
Page 394 - A' for the sake of their true loves, For them they'll see nae mair. O lang lang may the ladyes sit, Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand ! And lang lang may the maidens sit, Wi' their goud kaims in their hair, A' waiting for their ain dear loves, For them they'll see nae mair.
Page 377 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow...
Page 407 - ... in and out above their heads: but Don Guzman he never heeded, but sat still, and drank his wine. Then he took a locket from his bosom; and I heard him speak, Will, and he said: 'Here's the picture of my fair and true lady; drink to her, Seftors all.
Page 144 - Besides, for solace of our people, and allurement of the savages, we were provided of music in good variety; not omitting the least toys, as morrisdancers, hobby-horse, and May-like conceits to delight the savage people, whom we intended to win by all fair means possible.
Page 165 - Cape Raz, their largest ship, the Delight, after she had " most part of the night " (I quote Hayes), " like the swan that singeth before her death, continued in sounding of trumpets, drums, and fifes, also winding of the cornets and hautboys, and, in the end of their jollity, left off with the battle and doleful knells...