The Seven SeasD. Appleton, 1896 - 209 páginas |
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... beggars ! At sea she had ' em - they died . Only you , an ' you stood it ; you haven't stood much beside- Weak , a liar , and idle , and mean as a collier's whelp Nosing for scraps in the galley . No help - my son was no help ! So he ...
... beggars ! At sea she had ' em - they died . Only you , an ' you stood it ; you haven't stood much beside- Weak , a liar , and idle , and mean as a collier's whelp Nosing for scraps in the galley . No help - my son was no help ! So he ...
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... beggar that wants it can draw my fourpence a day ! Back to the Army again , sergeant , Back to the Army again : Out o ' the cold an ' the rain , sergeant , Out o ' the cold an ' the rain . ' Oo's there ? A man that's too good to be lost ...
... beggar that wants it can draw my fourpence a day ! Back to the Army again , sergeant , Back to the Army again : Out o ' the cold an ' the rain , sergeant , Out o ' the cold an ' the rain . ' Oo's there ? A man that's too good to be lost ...
Página 150
... beggars , to yer sor- Hoi ! Come row . y they want their tea , an ' want it ( ' Ear them good tod for slingers , not to - mor- quick ! ) an ' . You won't have no mine cocks stove out , bein ' row- No ; you'll put the ' tween - army sick ...
... beggars , to yer sor- Hoi ! Come row . y they want their tea , an ' want it ( ' Ear them good tod for slingers , not to - mor- quick ! ) an ' . You won't have no mine cocks stove out , bein ' row- No ; you'll put the ' tween - army sick ...
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... beggars we'd met an ' knew ; Yes , barrin ' an inch in the chest an ' the arms , they was doubles o ' me an ' you ; For they weren't no special chrysanthemums- soldier an ' sailor too ! To take your chance in the thick of a rush , with ...
... beggars we'd met an ' knew ; Yes , barrin ' an inch in the chest an ' the arms , they was doubles o ' me an ' you ; For they weren't no special chrysanthemums- soldier an ' sailor too ! To take your chance in the thick of a rush , with ...
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... beggar squealin ' out for quarter as ' e ran , An ' I thought I knew the voice an ' - it was me ! We was ' idin ' under bedsteads more than ' arf a march away ; We was lyin ' up like rabbits all about the coun- try side ; An ' the major ...
... beggar squealin ' out for quarter as ' e ran , An ' I thought I knew the voice an ' - it was me ! We was ' idin ' under bedsteads more than ' arf a march away ; We was lyin ' up like rabbits all about the coun- try side ; An ' the major ...
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ah fare ain't Army arquebus Baltic barrick be'ind beggar beneath Bill Awkins blind bloomin blow blue burn Buy my English Cheer clear Contract with God Cullingworth dead death devil Devil is driving drunk eathen English posies eyes Farewell fight fought gale Gawd Gawd-bless-'im give hath hear heart Heave knew lady land learned about women lift Liner little cargo-boats little things Lord lower deck Man-o'-War's er usband Man-the Mary pierced Mother Carey Native-born never night Northern Light port price of admiralty pride Reuben Paine roar Romance round Rudyard Kipling sail sergeant she's a lady ship sing singin skin sloop-of-war smoke soldiers Song Song of Roland soul stand story Stralsund tell Thee There's things he cares Thou tide Tom Hall True Thomas Twas wait watch wife wind word Yoshiwara
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Página 199 - And only the Master shall praise us. and only the Master shall blame: And no one shall work for money. and no one shall work for fame. But each for the joy of the working. and each. in his separate star. Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are!
Página 24 - Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners, Plucking at their harps, and they plucked unhandily : ' Our thumbs are rough and tarred, And the tune is something hard — May we lift a Deepsea Chantey such as seamen use at sea?
Página 2 - Keep ye the Law — be swift in all obedience — Clear the land of evil, drive the road and bridge the ford. Make ye sure to each his own That he reap where he hath sown ; By the peace among Our peoples let men know we serve the Lord!
Página 204 - HE STARK MUNRO LETTERS. Being a Series of Twelve Letters written by STARK MUNRO, MB, to his friend and former fellow-student, Herbert Swanborough, of Lowell, Massachusetts, during the years 1881-1884. Illustrated. " Cullingworth, ... a much more interesting creation than Sherlock Holmes, and I pray Dr. Doyle to give us more of him.
Página 42 - I'd been doon that morn to see what ailed the throws, Manholin', on my back — the cranks three inches off my nose. Romance! Those first-class passengers they like it very well, Printed an' bound in little books; but why don't poets tell? I'm sick of all their quirks an' turns — the loves an' doves they dream — Lord, send a man like Robbie Burns to sing the Song o
Página 78 - And the tunes that mean so much to you alone Common tunes that make you choke and blow your nose Vulgar tunes that bring the laugh that brings the groan I can rip your very heartstrings out with those...
Página 7 - In the faith of little children we lay down and died. "On the sand-drift — on the veldt-side — in the fern-scrub we lay, That our sons might follow after by the bones on the way. Follow after — follow after! We have watered the root And the bud has come to blossom that ripens for fruit! Follow after — we are waiting by the trails that we lost For the sound of many footsteps, for the tread of a host.
Página 168 - Oogli, Shy as a girl to begin; Aggie de Castrer she made me, An' Aggie was clever as sin; Older than me, but my first un— More like a mother she were— Showed me the way to promotion an' pay, An' I learned about women from 'er!
Página 124 - The cynic devil in his blood That bids him mock his hurrying soul; That bids him flout the Law he makes, That bids him make the Law he flouts...
Página 8 - We have fed our sea for a thousand years And she calls us, still unfed, Though there's never a wave of all her waves But marks our English dead: We have strawed our best to the weed's unrest, To the shark and the sheering gull. If blood be the price of admiralty, Lord God, we ha