The island home: or, The adventures of six young Crusoes, by Richard ArcherG. Routledge, 1854 - 383 pages |
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Angatan appeared Atollo Barton beach beautiful began birds boat bread-fruit breath breeze Browne cannibal canoe casuarinas Catiline chief clouds cocoa-nut commenced companions conchology coral course cried cutlass danger dark direction distance Eiulo endeavoured escape exclamation eyes Fcap fear feel feet fish forest fresh gannets ground grove gunwale hand head heard hibiscus hour hyænas island islet Johnny Johnny's lagoon land leaves light looking Luerson mast Max's miles morning Morton Mowno natives nearly night oars ocean once ourselves pandanus party passed present priest proceeded reached reef rest Rokóa sail savages scarcely seemed seen sennit shark shells ship shore side sight sleep Society Islands soon sooty tern sound spot steer stood strange stream suddenly supposed surf Swiss family Robinson Tewa thing thought trees uttered voice voyage Wakatta watch waves whale wind wood yawl
Popular passages
Page 319 - Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed The lighthouse top I see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did pray — O let me be awake, my God ! Or let me sleep alway.
Page 153 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 53 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Page 154 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days; So full of dismal terror was the time.
Page 3 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Page 41 - And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends And youths and maidens gay!
Page 306 - Melt into morn, and Light awakes the world. Man has another day to swell the past, And lead him near to little, but his last ; But mighty Nature bounds as from her birth, The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth ; Flowers in the valley, splendour in the beam, Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream. Immortal man ! behold her glories shine, And cry, exulting inly,
Page 324 - With many a stiff thwack, many a bang, Hard crab-tree and old iron rang ; While none that saw them could divine To which side conquest would incline ; Until Magnano, who did envy...
Page 45 - How gallantly, how merrily, We ride along the sea ! The morning is all sunshine, The wind is blowing free : The billows are all sparkling, And bounding in the light, Like creatures in whose sunny veins The blood is running bright.
Page 123 - Blessed are they that mourn. 1 DEEM not that they are blest alone, Whose days a peaceful tenor keep ; The God, who loves our race, has shown A blessing for the eyes that weep. 2 The light of smiles shall...