Three Years in Melbourne

L. Booth, 1862 - 299页
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第99页 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse: And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues •*> With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, — till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
第292页 - And as for them who're out all day On business from their houses, And late at night are coming home, To cheer their babes and spouses, — While you and I, Bill, on the deck Are comfortably lying, My eyes! what tiles and chimney-pots About their heads are flying!
第291页 - em, how I pities them Unhappy folks on shore now! " Foolhardy chaps who live in towns, What danger they are all in, And now lie quaking in their beds, For fear the roof should fall in; Poor creatures! how they envies us, And wishes, I've a notion, For our good luck, in such a storm, To be upon the ocean!
第291页 - SAILOR'S CONSOLATION. ONE night came on a hurricane, The sea was mountains rolling, When Barney Buntline turned his quid, And said to Billy Bowling : " A strong nor' wester 's blowing, Bill ; Hark ! don't ye hear it roar now ? Lord help 'em, how I pities them Unhappy folks on shore now ! " Foolhardy chaps who live in towns.
第291页 - And now lie quaking in their beds For fear the roof should fall in. Poor creatures ! how they envies us, And wishes, I've a notion, For our good luck in such a storm, To be upon the ocean.
第11页 - But their solid results have by no means faded like the baseless fabric of a vision, leaving not a rack behind. On the contrary, their solid results have been her far-famed agriculture ; the manufactures of Glasgow and Paisley ; the unrivalled steamships of the Clyde ; great public works of all sorts — canals, railroads, roads, bridges ; and poor young men converted into princely merchants.
第272页 - For talents mourn, untimely lost, When best employed and wanted most; Mourn genius high, and lore profound, And wit that loved to play, not wound ; And all the reasoning powers divine, To penetrate, resolve, combine ; And feelings keen, and fancy's glow, They sleep with him who sleeps below...
第247页 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
第242页 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense - the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?
第291页 - And very often have we heard How men are killed and undone By overturns of carriages, By thieves, and fires in London; We know what risks all landsmen run, From noblemen to tailors; Then, Bill, let us thank Providence That you and I are sailors.