Romance of Travel: From Brest to the Isle of Bourbon, Brazil, &cJ. Blackwood, 1854 - 1 стор. |
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... immense waves dashing upon our little boat , and carrying it sometimes above the cannons of the battery , and sometimes several feet below them . Taking advan- tage of a favourable moment to descend into the boat , I seated myself upon ...
... immense waves dashing upon our little boat , and carrying it sometimes above the cannons of the battery , and sometimes several feet below them . Taking advan- tage of a favourable moment to descend into the boat , I seated myself upon ...
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... immense marsh , but of which there are now no remains , except a few pools of stag- nant water , the rest being replaced by a fertile piece of ground , which agreeable change is to be attributed to the industry of the Europeans , and is ...
... immense marsh , but of which there are now no remains , except a few pools of stag- nant water , the rest being replaced by a fertile piece of ground , which agreeable change is to be attributed to the industry of the Europeans , and is ...
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... immense amphi- theatre , in the midst of which are numerous towns , hamlets , villages , orange and citron gardens , vineyards , pine woods , and as a finish to the picture , the sea and the great volcano . It is alike impossible not to ...
... immense amphi- theatre , in the midst of which are numerous towns , hamlets , villages , orange and citron gardens , vineyards , pine woods , and as a finish to the picture , the sea and the great volcano . It is alike impossible not to ...
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... immense and splendid picture , to the grace and beauty of which , no description can do justice . At a little distance from the El Puerto , is the great nursery garden , which was once under the direction of that celebrated historian M ...
... immense and splendid picture , to the grace and beauty of which , no description can do justice . At a little distance from the El Puerto , is the great nursery garden , which was once under the direction of that celebrated historian M ...
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... immense aloes mingled their sharp - pointed leaves with the bright - green foliage and golden fruit of the orange trees , and in the centre of these sun - tipped spears rose an immense stem , crowned with a cluster of flowers , which ...
... immense aloes mingled their sharp - pointed leaves with the bright - green foliage and golden fruit of the orange trees , and in the centre of these sun - tipped spears rose an immense stem , crowned with a cluster of flowers , which ...
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Сторінка 295 - With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Сторінка 307 - The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about ! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between.
Сторінка 309 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Сторінка 300 - How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist. A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist ! And still it neared and neared : As if it dodged a water-sprite, It plunged and tacked and veered. With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried,...
Сторінка 316 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach.
Сторінка 298 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Сторінка 308 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Сторінка 303 - I looked upon the rotting sea, And drew my eyes away; I looked upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay. I...
Сторінка 297 - The sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariner's hollo ! And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Сторінка 302 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.