Captain Amyas: Being the Career of D'Arcy Amyas, R. N. R., Late Master of the R. M. S. PrincessJ. Lane, 1904 - 303 páginas |
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A. C. SWINBURNE asked Benson Bernard Savernake berth blue boat Bulawayo cabin Cape Town Cape Verde Captain Amyas Captain Ronny cargo chance Cherry Culverton D'Arcy Amyas D'Arcy's Dalkeith deck Devon Dolly door Dorothy Duchess Durban Exmoor pony eyes face father felt girl goin grey hair hand head heard heart HENRY NEWBOLT kissed knew lane laugh Laurie Desmond Laurie's Liner lips lives looked Madagascar married Master Mate Melville memory Merchant Service Mildred Hyde Millicent mind Miss Desmond Navy Nell's never night Officer passed passengers port Princess promenade deck rough round RUDYARD KIPLING sailor Seagull seemed shoulder side silence Skipper smile Southampton speak spoke stood Table Bay talking tell things third Mate thought took Trawles turned voice voyage watch wish woman women wonder words
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Página 175 - Wi' sailor lads a-dancin' heel-an'-toe, An' the shore-lights flashin', an' the night-tide dashin', He sees et arl so plainly as he saw et long ago. Drake he was a Devon man, an' ruled the Devon seas, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below ?), Rovin' tho' his death fell, he went wi' heart at ease, An' dreamin' arl the time o
Página 26 - Then stooped the Lord, and He called the good sea up to Him, And 'stablished his borders unto all eternity, That such as have no pleasure For to praise the Lord by measure, They may enter into galleons and serve Him on the sea.
Página 175 - Rovin' tho' his death fell, he went wi' heart at ease, An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe, " Take my drum to England, hang et by the shore, Strike et when your powder's runnin' low; If the Dons sight Devon, I'll quit the port o' Heaven, An' drum them up the Channel as we drummed them long ago." Drake he's in his hammock till the great Armadas come, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?), Slung atween the round shot, listenin' for the drum, An' dreamin' arl the time o
Página 26 - stablished its borders unto all eternity, That such as have no pleasure For to praise the Lord by measure, They may enter into galleons and serve Him on the sea. Sun, Wind, and Cloud shall fail not from the face of it, Stinging, ringing spindrift, nor the fulmar flying free; And the ships shall go abroad To the Glory of the Lord Who heard the silly sailor-folk and gave them back their sea!
Página 4 - An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe. Yarnder lumes the Island, yarnder lie the ships, Wi' sailor lads a-dancin' heel-an'-toe, An' the shore-lights flashin', an' the night-tide dashin', He sees et arl so plainly as he saw et long ago. Drake he was a Devon man, an' ruled the Devon seas, (Capten, art tha sleepin...
Página 15 - Hakluyt's narratives tell, used to long sorely on their far voyages. But the genuine garden of Devon is South Hams, below Dartmoor and between the Teign and the Tamar. This is the apple- country of which the poet sings : "For me there's nought I would not give For the good Devon land, Whose orchards down the echoing cleeve Bedewed with spray-drift stand, And hardly bear the red fruit up That shall be next year's cider-cup.
Página 34 - Boy and girl, we have played together, Hearts in slumber, and heads in air — Maiden trim with the floating feather, Sailor-lad, with a future clear, Snatching a kiss as he climbed the stair — (' Kiss me,' he said, on the twilight stair, Half for pastime, and half in sorrow) — Sailor-lad, that would sail to-morrow Out to the uttermost hemisphere. A few hot tears, and a lock of hair, And a widowed heart in the summer weather, A widowed heart for the half of a year, And the satisfied sense of...
Página 62 - The sailor's wife, the sailor's star shall be ! Yeo ho ! we go across the sea. The sailor's wife, the sailor's star shall be ! The sailor's wife, his star shall be ! The...
Página 130 - Then said the souls of the gentlemen-adventurers — Fettered wrist to bar all for red iniquity : " Ho, we revel in our chains O'er the sorrow that was Spain's ; Heave or sink it, leave or drink it, we were masters of the sea!