Westward Ho!, Or, The Voyages and Adventures of Sir Amyas Leigh, Knight: Of Burrough in the County of Devon in the Reign of Her Most Glorious Majesty, Queen Elizabeth

Macmillan, 1855 - 373 Seiten

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Seite 320 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave...
Seite 321 - Did not thy father eat and drink, and do judgment and justice, and then it was well with him ? He judged the cause of the poor and needy; then it was well with him : was not this to know me ? saith the LORD.
Seite 148 - The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free; We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea.
Seite 138 - Each has its upright walls, inland of rich oakwood, nearer the sea of dark green furze, then of smooth turf, then of weird black cliffs which range out right and left far into the deep sea, in castles, spires, and wings of jagged iron-stone. Each has its narrow strip of fertile meadow, its crystal...
Seite 65 - I have tried to hint to you two opposite sorts of men. The one trying to be good with all his might and main, according to certain approved methods and rules, which he has got by heart ; and like a weak oarsman, feeling and fingering his spiritual muscles over all day, to see if they are growing.
Seite 223 - He neither shall be clothed In purple nor in pall, But in the fair, white linen That usen babies all.
Seite 153 - Here die I, Richard Grenville, with a joyful and quiet mind, for that I have ended my life as a true soldier ought to do, that hath fought for his country, queen, religion, and honour...
Seite 81 - Predictions, Poor Robin's Almanack, and the like; also several pretended religious books, one entitled, 'Come out of her, my People, lest you be Partaker of her Plagues...
Seite 289 - LATE at e'en, drinking the wine, And ere they paid the lawing, They set a combat them between, To fight it in the dawing. O stay at hame, my noble lord ! " O stay at hame, my marrow! '' My cruel brother will you betray " On the dowie houms of Yarrow." " O fare ye weel, my ladye gaye ! " O fare ye weel, my Sarah ! " For I maun gae, though I ne'er return,
Seite 13 - ... brave young England longing to wing its way out of its island prison to discover and to traffic, to colonize and to civilize, until no wind can sweep the earth which does not bear the echoes of an English voice.

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