The Old Commodore, Nide 1Baudry's European Library, 1837 - 308 sivua |
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Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 30
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... lives and fortunes of so many loyal Britons , " Zounds ! boy , whom do you take me for ? " There is not a more loyal man in his majesty's dominions than myself ; so do not expect that I shall be guilty of lèse - majesté in recording the ...
... lives and fortunes of so many loyal Britons , " Zounds ! boy , whom do you take me for ? " There is not a more loyal man in his majesty's dominions than myself ; so do not expect that I shall be guilty of lèse - majesté in recording the ...
Sivu 12
... lives eternally , and can only be destroyed by the continuous commission of greater crimes . This is a bene- ficial arrangement of Providence ; whilst there is remorse , there is hope for the sinner . This perdurable contrition ...
... lives eternally , and can only be destroyed by the continuous commission of greater crimes . This is a bene- ficial arrangement of Providence ; whilst there is remorse , there is hope for the sinner . This perdurable contrition ...
Sivu 35
... live jackass — barrin ' that it was iron- shod , and they were permitted to begin at the tail - when these men came and asked the Commodore respectfully , If those three bare ribs , with a piece of ruddled up salted mahogany that lined ...
... live jackass — barrin ' that it was iron- shod , and they were permitted to begin at the tail - when these men came and asked the Commodore respectfully , If those three bare ribs , with a piece of ruddled up salted mahogany that lined ...
Sivu 39
... live upon their glory , for they had very often little else to eat ; but you - you are a fallen race , a set of gormandizing rascals , who are only thinking of how much living fat you can turn his sacred Majesty's , God bless him ...
... live upon their glory , for they had very often little else to eat ; but you - you are a fallen race , a set of gormandizing rascals , who are only thinking of how much living fat you can turn his sacred Majesty's , God bless him ...
Sivu 40
... live upon his hoofs for a fortnight , as the case might be , according to orders , and as was most fitting for the good of the service . Ah ! there were giants in those days ; and sages , too , who made their giants ' strength still ...
... live upon his hoofs for a fortnight , as the case might be , according to orders , and as was most fitting for the good of the service . Ah ! there were giants in those days ; and sages , too , who made their giants ' strength still ...
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admiral arms asore Augustus Azincourt beautiful Becky Belladonna better blessed boatswain bosom broad pennant brother cabin called Captain Oliphant chaplain child command Commodore's countenance coxswain crew dare daughter dear Doctor Ginningham dreadful Dredgely dress exclaimed eyes face father feelings fellow flog Florentin French frigate gentleman give gout guardian hand happy head hear heard heart honour Jaspar-hall kiss knew Lady Astell length look Lord Majesty mamma midshipman mind Miss Belmont Miss Matilda Miss Rebecca modore mother nephew never night noble officers old Commodore person Peter Drivel poor post-captain quarter-deck Richard Stubbs Rosa round Rubasore Rubasore's sail sailor ship ship's Sir Octavius Bacuissart sister speak Spithead squadron stood talk tell thing thought took Trestletree-hall turned uncle Underdown voice walk whilst wish words young lady younker Zounds
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Sivu 97 - 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 honours 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 31 - 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 282 - 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 267 - 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 173 - Very good song, and very well sung, Jolly companions every one ; We all are here for mirth and glee, We all are here for jollity. Very good song, and very well sung, Jolly companions every one ; Put your hats on, and keep your heads warm, A little more liquor will do us no harm.
Sivu 103 - The flying rumours gather'd as they roll'd, Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told ; And all who told it added something new, ; And all who heard it made enlargements too , In every ear it spread, on every tongue it grew.
Sivu 125 - That he ll never more be fit for sea. 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 116 - Cocking up a squinting glass, Thus run down the old Commodore : That's the old Commodore, The rum old Commodore, The gouty old Commodore. — He ! Why the bullets and the gout Have so knock'd his hull about, That he'll never more be fit for sea.
Sivu 264 - mong the blest thou dost for ever shine, And wheresoe'er thou cast thy view Upon that white and radiant crew, See'st not a soul cloth'd with more light than thine. And if the glorious saints cease not to know Their wretched friends who fight with life below ; Thy flame to me does still the same abide, Only more pure and rarified. There whilst immortal hymns thou dost rehearse, Thou dost with holy pity see Our dull and earthly poesy, Where grief and misery can be joined with verse.
Sivu 26 - And he was the only child of his mother, AND SHE WAS A WIDOW?