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Ship and Shore, Or, Leaves from the Journal of a Cruise to the Levant
No preview available - 2015
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Page 313 - Rev. GEORGE BUSH, Professor of Hebrew and Oriental Literature in the New York City University.
Page 174 - How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle ! Jonathan is slain upon thy high places. I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan; Very pleasant hast thou been unto me: Thy love to me was wonderful, Passing the love of women. How are the mighty fallen, And the weapons of war perished!
Page 281 - I love the sailor ; — his eventful life — His generous spirit — his contempt of danger — His firmness in the gale, the wreck, and strife ; — And, though a wild and reckless ocean-ranger, God grant he make that port, when life is o'er, Where storms are hush'd, and billows break no more ! REV.
Page 79 - From the convent we passed the humble church of St. Antonio, and thence onward and upward through a continuous series of vineyards, all sheltered from the chilling effects of the north winds, by the heights to which we were tending. The orange-tree was bending under its golden burden ; the...
Page 26 - ... immortal. All men think all men mortal but themselves ; Themselves, when some alarming shock of Fate Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where past the shaft no trace is found.
Page 280 - A SAILOR ever loves to be in motion, Roaming about he scarce knows where or why ; He looks upon the dim and shadowy ocean As home, abhors the land ; and e'en the sky, Boundless and beautiful, has naught to please, Except some clouds which promise him a breeze.