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-for , though rescued from immediate peril , what other succor could I look for , in
that fearful swell , on which no boat could live a moment ? What could I expect ,
save a lingering , horrid death ? Within a cable's length , lay my floating home ...
-for , though rescued from immediate peril , what other succor could I look for , in
that fearful swell , on which no boat could live a moment ? What could I expect ,
save a lingering , horrid death ? Within a cable's length , lay my floating home ...
Page 41
Oh ! those who live at home at ease , don't know how desolate and forsaken I feel
! ' We have quoted sparingly from those portions of the journal which record the
writer's sufferings ; the trials of a protracted voyage , in a scantily - furnished ...
Oh ! those who live at home at ease , don't know how desolate and forsaken I feel
! ' We have quoted sparingly from those portions of the journal which record the
writer's sufferings ; the trials of a protracted voyage , in a scantily - furnished ...
Page 42
... wind began to blow again from the north - west , and we made sail for the Horn
; and at seven bells , the surgeon reported to the captain , that in consequence of
some internal bruise , Wilson was much worse , and could not live the day out .
... wind began to blow again from the north - west , and we made sail for the Horn
; and at seven bells , the surgeon reported to the captain , that in consequence of
some internal bruise , Wilson was much worse , and could not live the day out .
Page 45
I cannot live long ; but I hope God will spare me to reach home , that I may die in
my dear mother's arms . ' He talked incessantly of his dear mother , and of each of
his family , calling them by name , and the words · dear Edward , ' • dear Julia ...
I cannot live long ; but I hope God will spare me to reach home , that I may die in
my dear mother's arms . ' He talked incessantly of his dear mother , and of each of
his family , calling them by name , and the words · dear Edward , ' • dear Julia ...
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The merchant goes home to his dinner with peace of mind , and eats it
comfortably ; is disturbed by no one ; takes his glass of wine , and thinks how
pleasant it is to live upon the interest of his debts ; or if he happens to get tipsy ,
which is but ...
The merchant goes home to his dinner with peace of mind , and eats it
comfortably ; is disturbed by no one ; takes his glass of wine , and thinks how
pleasant it is to live upon the interest of his debts ; or if he happens to get tipsy ,
which is but ...
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Page 11 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.
Page 362 - Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS.
Page 75 - THE night is come, but not too soon ; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heaven, But the cold light of stars ; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars.
Page 11 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
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Page 278 - THE time is now near at hand which must probably determine whether Americans are to be freemen or slaves ; whether they are to have any property they can call their own ; whether their houses and farms are to be pillaged and destroyed, and themselves consigned to a state of wretchedness from which no human efforts will deliver them. The fate of unborn millions will now depend, under God, on the courage and conduct of this army.
Page 362 - And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 75 - And earnest thoughts within me rise, When I behold afar, Suspended in the evening skies The shield of that red star. 0 star of strength! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain; Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand, And I am strong again.
Page 115 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Even from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Even in our ashes live their wonted fires.
Page 208 - The rising mist of day. Hark ! hark ! I hear yon whistling shroud, I see yon quivering mast ; The black throat of the hunted cloud Is panting forth the blast ! An hour, and, whirled like winnowing chaff, The giant surge shall fling His tresses o'er yon...