The Wing-and-wing: Or, Le Feu-follet. A TaleJ. G. Gregory, 1863 - 434 pages |
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admiral anchor Andrea Barrofaldi answered Raoul appearance boat breeze cabin called canvass Capri Captain Cuffe Captain Rule Caraccioli Carlo Giuntotardi carronades chase circumstances Clinch coast commander Corsica countenance course craft crew deck duty Eccellenza Elba Elbans enemy English escape Etooelle exclaimed eyes favour feeling felt felucca Feu-Follet fire followed French Frenchman frigate Ghita girl Griffin guns hand hauled heard heart honour hope hour Ischia island Italian Ithuel Jack-o'-Lantern Judge Advocate land le Feu-Follet lieutenant light look lugger Lyon manner mariners Maso matter minutes Monsieur Yvard Naples Nelson never night officer passed podestâ port Porto Ferrajo prisoner Proserpine Raoul Yvard render Ringdove rocks sail seamen seen ship shore side Signor Vice-governatore Sir Frederick Sir Smees smile soon standing stranger tell Terpsichore thee thing thou thought truth vessel Ving-y-Ving Vito Viti Winchester wind wish yawl young
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Page 401 - His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before : — "Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
Page 204 - Like other tyrants, death delights to smite, What, smitten, most proclaims the pride of power, And arbitrary nod. His joy supreme, To bid the wretch survive the fortunate ; The feeble wrap th...
Page 220 - Sleep, sleep, thou sad one, on the sea ! The wash of waters lulls thee now ; His arm no more will pillow thee, Thy hand upon his brow. He is not near, to hush thee or to save. The ground is his, the sea must be thy grave.
Page 337 - He saw with his own eyes the moon was round, Was also certain that the earth was square, Because he had journey'd fifty miles, and found No sign that it was circular anywhere...