The Old Commodore, Nide 1Richard Bentley, 1837 - 307 sivua |
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Sivu 36
... walk by day , and is seen at night directing the horrible pageants of the troubled dream . It thus lives eternally , and can only be destroyed by the continuous com- mission of greater crimes . This is a beneficial arrangement of ...
... walk by day , and is seen at night directing the horrible pageants of the troubled dream . It thus lives eternally , and can only be destroyed by the continuous com- mission of greater crimes . This is a beneficial arrangement of ...
Sivu 53
... walk off with when broad- sides were pouring in of round and grape . He swore he could not understand it ; and , as he really loved his poor little wife devotedly , he , being in harbour at the time , moped for the first fortnight in ...
... walk off with when broad- sides were pouring in of round and grape . He swore he could not understand it ; and , as he really loved his poor little wife devotedly , he , being in harbour at the time , moped for the first fortnight in ...
Sivu 114
... his steady quarter - deck walk , with a long leg and a short one . The master - at - arms and ship's corporals were some time collecting every third man , for the captains of the messes did not seem to be actuated 114 THE OLD COMMODORE .
... his steady quarter - deck walk , with a long leg and a short one . The master - at - arms and ship's corporals were some time collecting every third man , for the captains of the messes did not seem to be actuated 114 THE OLD COMMODORE .
Sivu 127
... It was an exquisite salad , made of mustard and cress , grown in the garden of the Commodore's stern walk . The table was , from first to last , well furnished with good wines , though Sir Octavius was never known THE OLD COMMODORE , 127.
... It was an exquisite salad , made of mustard and cress , grown in the garden of the Commodore's stern walk . The table was , from first to last , well furnished with good wines , though Sir Octavius was never known THE OLD COMMODORE , 127.
Sivu 143
... walks ? " " By parish clock Three hours , sans intermission . " " Is't true ? What said the shadowy preacher ? " " Those who heard it know not ; for their hearts Did palpitate so loudly . " " A very awful ghost ! " OLD PLAY . As Sir ...
... walks ? " " By parish clock Three hours , sans intermission . " " Is't true ? What said the shadowy preacher ? " " Those who heard it know not ; for their hearts Did palpitate so loudly . " " A very awful ghost ! " OLD PLAY . As Sir ...
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admiral arms articles of war Augustus Bacuissart beautiful Becky Belladonna better blessed boatswain bosom broad pennant brother cabin called Captain Oliphant chaplain child command Commo Commodore's countenance coxswain crew dare daughter dear Doctor dore dreadful Dredgely exclaimed eyes face father feelings flog Florentin French frigate gallant gentle gentleman Ginningham give gout guardian hand happy head hear heard heart honour Jaspar Hall kiss knew Lady Astell length look Lord Majesty midshipman mind Miss Belmont Miss Matilda Miss Rebecca modore mother nephew never night noble officers old Commodore person Peter Drivel poor post-captain Richard Stubbs Rosa Rosalie round Rubasore Rubasore's sail sailor ship Sir Octavius sister speak Spithead squadron stood talk tell thing thought took Trestletree Hall turned uncle Underdown voice walk whilst wish word young lady younker Zounds
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Sivu 296 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Sivu 186 - LOve in her Sunny Eyes does basking play ; Love walks the pleasant Mazes of her Hair ; Love does on both her Lips for ever stray ; And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there.
Sivu 296 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Sivu 105 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Sivu 163 - THERE WAS A MAN IN OUR TOWN. There was a man in our town, And he was wondrous wise ; He jumped into a bramble bush, And scratched out both his eyes : And when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main He jumped into another bush, And scratched them in again.
Sivu 232 - At every trifle scorn to take offence, That always shows great pride, or little sense; Those heads, as stomachs, are not sure the best, Which nauseate all, and nothing can digest. Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move...
Sivu 74 - Here am I in distress, like a ship water-logg'd, Not a tow-rope at hand, or an oar ; I am left by my crew, and may I be flogg'd But the doctor's a son of aw — e.
Sivu 159 - Love rules the court, the FLEET, the grove, Rules men below, and saints above, For love is heav'n, and heav'n is love." WE must still leave Captain Oliphant and Peter in the lane,— the one conversing with Farmer Drag, and the other ruminating upon how many possible puns there are in a calf's head, and put the reader still a little more au fait as to the state of affairs at Jaspar Hall.
Sivu 161 - TEACH me to love ! go teach thyself more wit ; I chief professor am of it. Teach craft to Scots, and thrift to Jews, Teach boldness to the stews ; In tyrants...
Sivu 242 - You have not apparelled your fury well ; It goes too plain, like a scholar. Con. It is an ornament, Makes it more terrible ; and you shall find it, A weighty injury, and attended on By discreet valour ; because I do not strike you, Or give you the lie, (such foul preparatives Would show like the stale injury of wine), I reserve my rage to sit on my sword's point ; Which a great quantity of your best blood Can't satisfy.