A Cruise in the Pacific: From the Log of a Naval Officer, Volume 2Fenton Aylmer Hurst and Blackett, 1860 |
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Page 253 - I HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes.
Page 254 - O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more.
Page 62 - A VALLEY from the river shore withdrawn Was Albert's home, two quiet woods between, Whose lofty verdure overlooked his lawn ; And waters to their resting place serene Came fresh'ning, and reflecting all the scene : (A mirror in the depth of flowery shelves ;) So sweet a spot of earth, you might, I ween, Have guessed some congregation of the elves [selves.
Page 318 - She writes from her own convictions, and she has the power not only to conceive clearly what it is that she wishes to say, but to express it in language effective and vigorous. In ' A Life for a Life ' she is fortunate in a good subject, aud she has produced a work of strong effect."— Athenaum.
Page 269 - This noblest beast of chase, that vainly doth but fear, Some bank or quickset finds; to which his haunch opposed, He turns upon his foes, that soon have him inclosed.
Page 263 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Page 70 - ... fathoms depth of water, and huge promontories stretching out into the sea, where whales and sea-otters were seen in an incredible abundance. In some of these channels there are islands of ice, which we may venture to say could never have been formed on the western side of America, which possesses a mild and moderate climate; so that their existence cannot be reconciled to any other idea, than that they received their formation in the Eastern Seas, and have been drifted by tides and currents through...
Page 318 - A delightful book, that will be welcome to all readers, and most welcome to those who have a love for the best kinds of reading."—Examiner. " A more agreeable and entertaining book has not been published since Boswell pro* duced his reminiscences of Johnson."—Olaener.
Page 37 - Oh, the whale is free of the boundless sea ; He lives for a thousand years ; He sinks to rest on the billow's breast, Nor the roughest tempest fears. The howling blast, as it rushes past, Is music to lull him to sleep ; And he scatters the spray in his boisterous play, As he dashes— the king of the deep.
Page 316 - Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I could say ' Good night