ISBN: 9781151099150

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustra… More...

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1843 Excerpt: .a sudden squall-Obliged quickly to re-anchor-Sunday comes round again during the perilous sojourn in the dreadful bay-Sabbath scene described-After divine service the wind appears to have shifted more favourably-It continues-Are thereby induced to unmoor, and attempt to clear the This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1843 Excerpt: .a sudden squall-Obliged quickly to re-anchor-Sunday comes round again during the perilous sojourn in the dreadful bay-Sabbath scene described-After divine service the wind appears to have shifted more favourably-It continues-Are thereby induced to unmoor, and attempt to clear the southern shelving point-Occurrences on board during this severe trial of fortitude-Approach the dreadful point with alarming nearness-Breakers in every direction-At this critical moment are swept round the point by the offset from the land, and set at liberty-In blue water-Difference of opinion between the supercargoes whether to direct the vessel, in order that the necessary repairs may be made-The Captain called in as umpire, and decides in favour of the Butch islands lying to the south-Course directed thither. CANTO I. PART III. Roused from the trance, behold the roseate ray Of early dawn that ushers in the day! Red with the tinge of shame, on conscious morn, The ocean blushed as back it threw our form, Torn and dishevelled-for like nought beside, Save a sheer hulk, is now the Ocean's Pride! The silvery " call" with altered tone resounds, From masts and yards its note no longer bounds; But shrill on morning breeze, the drowsy crew Are summoned forth their labours to renew; Nor from their task reluctantly recoil, Though cares unusual now augment their toil; Not to attend the well appointed mast, To arrest her progress, or propel her fast Through lightsome billows, by proportioned sails, Or watch the shifting of thrice-fickle gales; But cares unwonted anxious thoughts employ, While doubts of safety all their hopes alloy; The problem now, and difficult to solve, All things considered, what the next resolve? Nor yards, nor sails, nor tackle now remain Books, , Columbiad~~Archibald-Tucker-Ritchie, 999999999, The Columbiad, a Poem, Archibald Tucker Ritchie, 1151099155, General Books LLC, , , , , General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9781151099150

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustra… More...

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1843 Excerpt: ...a sudden squall--Obliged quickly to re-anchor--Sunday comes round again during the perilous sojourn in the dreadful bay--Sabbath scene described--After divine service the wind appears to have shifted more favourably--It continues--Are thereby induced to unmoor, and attempt to clear the southern shelving point--Occurrences on board during this severe trial of fortitude--Approach the dreadful point with alarming nearness--Breakers in every direction--At this critical moment are swept round the point by the offset from the land, and set at liberty--In blue water--Difference of opinion between the supercargoes whether to direct the vessel, in order that the necessary repairs may be made--The Captain called in as umpire, and decides in favour of the Butch islands lying to the south--Course directed thither. CANTO I. PART III. Roused from the trance, behold the roseate ray Of early dawn that ushers in the day! Red with the tinge of shame, on conscious morn, The ocean blushed as back it threw our form, Torn and dishevelled,--for like nought beside, Save a sheer hulk, is now the Ocean's Pride! The silvery " call" with altered tone resounds, From masts and yards its note no longer bounds; But shrill on morning breeze, the drowsy crew Are summoned forth their labours to renew; Nor from their task reluctantly recoil, Though cares unusual now augment their toil; Not to attend the well appointed mast, To arrest her progress, or propel her fast Through lightsome billows, by proportioned sails, Or watch the shifting of thrice-fickle gales; But cares unwonted anxious thoughts employ, While doubts of safety all their hopes alloy; The problem now, and difficult to solve, All things considered, what the next resolve? Nor yards, nor sails, nor tackle now remain Books Books Columbiad~~Archibald-Tucker-Ritchie General Books LLC General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1843 Original Publisher: J.S. Taylor<