Prince Hohenstiel-SchwangauCrowell, 1898 - 308 стор. |
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Сторінка 225 - My friend, I must speak out at the end, Though I find the speaking hard. Praise is deeper than the lips : You have saved the King his ships, You must name your own reward. 'Faith, our sun was near eclipse ! Demand whate'er you will, France remains your debtor still. Ask to heart's content and have! or my name's not Damfreville.
Сторінка 224 - Take the helm, lead the line, save the squadron ! " cried its chief. Captains, give the sailor place ! He is Admiral, in brief. Still the north-wind, by God's grace ! See the noble fellow's face As the big ship, with a bound, Clears the entry like a hound, Keeps the passage as its inch of way were the wide...
Сторінка 224 - Anchor !" — sure as fate Up the English come — too late ! So, the storm subsides to calm : They see the green trees wave On the heights o'erlooking Greve. Hearts that bled are stanched with balm. "Just our rapture to enhance, Let the English rake the bay, Gnash their teeth and glare askance As they cannonade away ! 'Neath rampired Solidor pleasant riding on the Ranee!
Сторінка 168 - SAVAGE I was sitting in my house, late, lone: Dreary, weary with the long day's work: Head of me, heart of me, stupid as a stone : Tongue-tied now, now blaspheming like a Turk ; When, in a moment, just a knock, call, cry, Half a pang and all a rapture, there again were we ! — " What, and is it really you again ? " quoth I: " I again, what else did you expect ?
Сторінка 223 - Morn and eve, night and day, Have I piloted your bay, Entered free and anchored fast at the foot of Solidor. Burn the fleet and ruin France? That were worse than fifty Hogues! Sirs, they know I speak the truth! Sirs, believe me there's a way! Only let me lead the line, Have the biggest ship to steer, Get this Formidable...
Сторінка 226 - Then a beam of fun outbroke On the bearded mouth that spoke, As the honest heart laughed through Those frank eyes of Breton blue: 'Since I needs must say my say, Since on board the duty's done, And from Malo Roads to Croisic Point, what is it but a run?
Сторінка 221 - ON the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninetytwo, Did the English fight the French, — woe to France ! And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter...
Сторінка 222 - Better run the ships aground!" (Ended Damfreville his speech). "Not a minute more to wait! Let the Captains all and each Shove ashore, then blow up, burn the vessels on the beach! France must undergo her fate.
Сторінка 169 - Help and get it over! Reunited to his wife (How draw up the paper lets the parish-people know?) Lies M., or N., departed from this life, Day the this or that, month and year the so and so. What i' the way of final flourish? Prose, verse? Try! Affliction sore long time he bore, or, what is it to be? Till God did please to grant him ease. Do end!
Сторінка 198 - Outside should suffice for evidence : And whoso desires to penetrate Deeper, must dive by the spirit-sense — No optics like yours, at any rate ! "Hoitytoity! A street to explore, Your house the exception ! ' With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart,' once more ! " Did Shakespeare ? If so, the less Shakespeare he I SHOP.