The Red Rover: A Tale

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W. A. Townsend, 1859 - 522 pages
 

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Page 240 - I' the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not...
Page 259 - ... correspondent to the degree of skill he might have acquired, during his particular period of service, on that treacherous element which was now his home. The dim tracery of the stranger's form had been swallowed by the flood of misty light, which, by this time, rolled along the sea like drifting vapour, semipellucid, preternatural, and seemingly tangible. The ocean itself appeared admonished that a quick and violent change was nigh. The waves...
Page 438 - Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet...
Page 186 - Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-sail; Tend to the master's whistle. — Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough ! Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gonsalo, and others.
Page 260 - Wilder made a swift turn or two on the quarter-deck, turning his quick glances from one quarter of the heavens to another; from the black and lulling water on which his vessel was rolling, to the sails; and from his silent and profoundly expectant crew, to the dim lines of spars that were waving above his head, like so many pencils tracing their curvilinear and wanton images over the murky volumes of the superincumbent clouds. "Lay the after-yards square!" he said, in a voice which was heard by every...
Page 266 - I cut?" he demanded, with uplifted arms, and in a voice that atoned for his momentary confusion, by its steadiness and force. "Hold! — Does the ship mind her helm at all?"
Page 268 - What would you do, Captain Wilder?" interrupted the mate, laying his hand on the shoulder of his commander, who had already thrown his sea-cap on the deck, and was preparing to divest himself of some of his outer garments. " I go aloft to ease the mast of that top-sail, without which we lose the spar, and possibly the ship.

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