Afloat and Ashore; Or, The Adventures of Miles Wallingford, Volums 1-2The Author, 1844 - 207 pàgines |
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Pàgina 33
... sail - boat , taking Neb with us to bring the boat back . Now you know the whole story , there will be no occasion to leave a letter for Mr. Hardinge ; for , three hours after we have sailed , you can tell him everything . We shall be ...
... sail - boat , taking Neb with us to bring the boat back . Now you know the whole story , there will be no occasion to leave a letter for Mr. Hardinge ; for , three hours after we have sailed , you can tell him everything . We shall be ...
Pàgina 34
... sail the day after the Wallingford of Clawbonny ( this was the name of the sloop ) had gone on one of her regular trips , in order to escape a pursuit . I had made all the calculations about the tide , and knew that the Wallingford ...
... sail the day after the Wallingford of Clawbonny ( this was the name of the sloop ) had gone on one of her regular trips , in order to escape a pursuit . I had made all the calculations about the tide , and knew that the Wallingford ...
Pàgina 40
... sail , and began to turn down with the tide . It was near sunset before we got a view of the two or three spires that then piloted strangers to the town . New York was not the " commer- cial emporium " in 1796 ; so high - sounding a ...
... sail , and began to turn down with the tide . It was near sunset before we got a view of the two or three spires that then piloted strangers to the town . New York was not the " commer- cial emporium " in 1796 ; so high - sounding a ...
Pàgina 44
... too truthful to attempt to pass for that I was not . " We left home last night , thinking to be in time to find berths in one of the Indiamen that is to sail this week . " " Not this week , my son - not till 44 WALLINGFORD . MILES.
... too truthful to attempt to pass for that I was not . " We left home last night , thinking to be in time to find berths in one of the Indiamen that is to sail this week . " " Not this week , my son - not till 44 WALLINGFORD . MILES.
Pàgina 47
... sail loose . Then it rained , and sails were to be loosened to dry . I let everything fall forward with my own hands , and , when we came to roll up the canvass again , I actually managed all three of the royals alone ; one at a time ...
... sail loose . Then it rained , and sails were to be loosened to dry . I let everything fall forward with my own hands , and , when we came to roll up the canvass again , I actually managed all three of the royals alone ; one at a time ...
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Afloat and Ashore; Or, The Adventures of Miles Wallingford: Vol. 1-4 James Fenimore Cooper Visualització completa - 1851 |
Afloat and Ashore, Or The Adventures of Miles Wallingford James Fenimore Cooper Visualització completa - 1850 |
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American anchor Andrew Drewett answered ascer began better boat Bradfort brig called Canton canvass Captain Robbins Captain Williams chief-mate Clawbonny coast Compte course Crisis dear deck Emily everything eyes fancied father favour feeling fellow felt forecastle French gave gentleman girl give Grace guarda-costas hands Hardinge heard hope hour instant island knew lady land laugh letter-of-marque look love Lucy Lucy Lucy's lugger Major Merton manner mate matter Miles minutes Miss Merton morning never nigger night nolle prosequi ocean passage passed pearls pounds currency pretty proas ready reef round Rupert sail sailor savages schooner seemed seen ship sister sloop smile Smudge soon sort stay-sail suppose taffrail Talcott tell thing thought Tigris tion told took top-mast true turned Ulster county vessel voyage Wallingford whole wind wish yawl young
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Pàgina 53 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Pàgina 250 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.