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... sails , are daily seen bending like reeds to the breeze , and dancing lightly over the billows of the bay . There is a variety of the class f a size and pretension altogether superior to tha just mentioned , which deserves a place among ...
... sails , are daily seen bending like reeds to the breeze , and dancing lightly over the billows of the bay . There is a variety of the class f a size and pretension altogether superior to tha just mentioned , which deserves a place among ...
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... sails , and making the other necessary preparations for departure , a voice was heard hailing them from the shore , with an order rather than a request , that they would stay their movements . " Hilloa , the periagua ! " it cried ...
... sails , and making the other necessary preparations for departure , a voice was heard hailing them from the shore , with an order rather than a request , that they would stay their movements . " Hilloa , the periagua ! " it cried ...
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... of his profession were then a little too wont to entertain towards those whose ambition could be bounded by terra - firma . His eye turned upward , at the simple rig and modest sails of the periagua , while his THE WATER - WITCH . 38.
... of his profession were then a little too wont to entertain towards those whose ambition could be bounded by terra - firma . His eye turned upward , at the simple rig and modest sails of the periagua , while his THE WATER - WITCH . 38.
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James Fenimore Cooper. rig and modest sails of the periagua , while his upper lip curled with the knowing expression of a critic . Then kicking the fore - sheet clear of its cleet , and suffering the sail to fill , he stepped from one ...
James Fenimore Cooper. rig and modest sails of the periagua , while his upper lip curled with the knowing expression of a critic . Then kicking the fore - sheet clear of its cleet , and suffering the sail to fill , he stepped from one ...
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... sails , think of him who visit- ed your ship at her lazy moorings . " Ludlow bit his lip , and though his fine face redden- ed to the temples , he met the arch glance of Alida , and laughed . But he who had so hardily braved the ...
... sails , think of him who visit- ed your ship at her lazy moorings . " Ludlow bit his lip , and though his fine face redden- ed to the temples , he met the arch glance of Alida , and laughed . But he who had so hardily braved the ...
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Page 66 - But methinks he should stand in fear of fire, being burnt i' the hand for stealing of sheep. [Aside. CADE. Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny : the threehooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer: all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass.
Page 190 - Thou think'st It much to tread the ooze of the salt deep, And run upon the sharp wind of the north !" " I never dared to ask again. But what matters that ? They say the ground is rough and difficult to walk on ; that earthquakes shake it and make holes to swallow cities...
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Page 191 - ... the sea-fowl, rocking in the storm* In breeze and gale, thy onward course we urge ; My Water-Queen ! Lady of mine ! More light and swift than thou, none thread the sea, With surer keel, or steadier on its path ; We brave each waste of ocean-mystery, And laugh to hear the howling tempest's wrath ! For we are thine ! My brigantine ! Trust to the mystic power that points thy way, Trust to the eye that pierces from afar, Trust the red meteors that around thee play, And fearless trust the sea-green...