Sea-waifF. Warne, 1882 - 274 oldal |
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4. oldal
... Blight , " said the solitary watcher , continuing his soliloquy , " their doom is sealed - rudder's evidently gone . No use taking to the boats either - no boat ' ud live in a sea like this . Well , well , it's got too dark to see any ...
... Blight , " said the solitary watcher , continuing his soliloquy , " their doom is sealed - rudder's evidently gone . No use taking to the boats either - no boat ' ud live in a sea like this . Well , well , it's got too dark to see any ...
5. oldal
... Blight's cottage , and not a stone's throw from it was the little farmyard , with the usual outhouses . A quainter little farmstead could not be found between it and John o ' Groats . The cottage - and indeed all the outhouses - had ...
... Blight's cottage , and not a stone's throw from it was the little farmyard , with the usual outhouses . A quainter little farmstead could not be found between it and John o ' Groats . The cottage - and indeed all the outhouses - had ...
6. oldal
... Blight . " Come , move out , " was his greeting to his chil- dren , " I want that seat myself . " And without a word they obeyed . Taking a tobacco - box from his pocket , he pro- ceeded to load his pipe in silence , which done he ...
... Blight . " Come , move out , " was his greeting to his chil- dren , " I want that seat myself . " And without a word they obeyed . Taking a tobacco - box from his pocket , he pro- ceeded to load his pipe in silence , which done he ...
8. oldal
... Blight cautiously followed him . Once in sight of the sea , she could scarcely keep her feet for the force of the wind , or see her way for the blinding drifts of foam ; but she knew the path well , and kept steadily on until she found ...
... Blight cautiously followed him . Once in sight of the sea , she could scarcely keep her feet for the force of the wind , or see her way for the blinding drifts of foam ; but she knew the path well , and kept steadily on until she found ...
10. oldal
... Blight for help and pity . By this time , however , Mary Blight's curiosity had conquered every other feeling , and , rushing towards the basket , to which two life - preservers were fastened , one at each end , she bent over it for a ...
... Blight for help and pity . By this time , however , Mary Blight's curiosity had conquered every other feeling , and , rushing towards the basket , to which two life - preservers were fastened , one at each end , she bent over it for a ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Adventures ain't answered asked Aunt Mary BEDFORD STREET better Blue Anchor boat child cliffs cloth gilt cottage crown 8vo dark Ditto drifted eagerly Edited eyes Ezekiel Blight face faithful Prince father fcap feet felt FREDERICK WARNE Friendly's George and Jane GEORGE FYLER TOWNSEND gilt edges glad gone hand head heard heart hope hour Illustrations knew length living look MADAME DELPHINE Mary Blight matter Morley morning mother never night once Pengargle Cove Penware poaching POETICAL poor Port Aaron Prince R. M. BALLANTYNE reply rocks round Rowse rushed SAMUEL CROXALL seemed seen sight silence sleep Sophy Sophy's Spring Hollow Squire story strange Sunday sure Swiss Family Robinson tell thing thought Tom Ross Tom's Trebarton turned vessel voice wait walked Warne's watching Watty Juleff wind wonder young young cove Zeke
Népszerű szakaszok
12. oldal - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
187. oldal - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
159. oldal - For Him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown His head ; His name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice.
167. oldal - The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
177. oldal - Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave we're driven, And Fancy's flash, and Reason's ray, Serve but to light the troubled way — There's nothing calm but Heaven I OH THOU WHO DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR.
223. oldal - They perish where they have their birth ; But love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From heaven it came, to heaven returneth ; Too oft on earth a troubled guest, At times deceived, at times opprest, It here is tried and purified, Then hath in heaven its perfect rest : It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest-time of Love is there.
210. oldal - We spake of many a vanished scene, Of what we once had thought and said, Of what had been and might have been, And who was changed and who was dead...
94. oldal - Better to hope, though the clouds hang low, And to keep the eyes still lifted; For the sweet blue sky will soon peep through, When the ominous clouds are rifted! There was never a night without a day, Or an evening without a morning, And the darkest hour, as the proverb goes, Is the hour before the dawning.