Jacob Faithful, Volume 2
This 1834 maritime adventure transports the reader to London's fabled port, aboard the lighters that ply the shifting tides of the Thames. Jacob loses both parents, becomes adopted by a wharf owner, and forges friendships with an old lighterman, his son, and their dog. Picaresque adventures catapult him to his place as a gentleman.
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Page 239 - The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne, Burned on the water — the poop was beaten gold : Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them ; the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 243 - Because you are not merry : and 'twere as easy For you to laugh and leap and say you are merry, Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time : Some that will evermore peep through their eyes And laugh like parrots at a bag-piper, And other of such vinegar aspect That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
Page 240 - The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne Burned on the water. The poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were lovesick with them. The oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggared all description...
Page 207 - Twas a light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream : Oh ! 'twas light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream.
Page 203 - LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM. OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
Page 244 - By Jove, I am not covetous of gold : Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear : Such outward things dwell not in my desires : But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Page 205 - Though he win the wise, who frown'd before, To smile at last ; He'll never meet A joy so sweet, In all his noon of fame, As when first he sung to woman's ear His soul-felt flame, And, at every close, she blush'd to hear The one loved name.
Page 6 - TWAS post meridian, half-past four, By signal I from Nancy parted, At six she linger'd on the shore, With uplift hands and broken-hearted. At seven, while taughtening the forestay, I saw her faint, or else 'twas fancy ; At eight we all got under weigh, And...
Page 260 - And saw old Time in his loaded boat, Slowly he crossed Life's narrow tide, While Love sat clapping his wings and cried, 'Who will pass Time?
Page 240 - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings. At the helm A seeming mermaid steers; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands. That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her; and Antony, Enthroned i...