Jacob Faithful, Volume 2This 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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... told the officers how it was managed , and they laughed heartily . " We continued our carouse till a late hour , old Tom constantly amusing us with his long yarns ; and that night , for the first time , I went to bed intoxicated . Old ...
... told the officers how it was managed , and they laughed heartily . " We continued our carouse till a late hour , old Tom constantly amusing us with his long yarns ; and that night , for the first time , I went to bed intoxicated . Old ...
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... told me so , with the view of raising my spirits , I shook my head as I lay on the pillow . As the reader will have observed , the feeling roused in me by the ill - usage I had received was a vindictive one - one that must have been ...
... told me so , with the view of raising my spirits , I shook my head as I lay on the pillow . As the reader will have observed , the feeling roused in me by the ill - usage I had received was a vindictive one - one that must have been ...
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... told me that you was a sharp fellow , could read , write , and do every thing , and that I should like you very much ; but if you mean to keep it all to yourself , you might as well not have had it . ” “ I am ready to talk when I have ...
... told me that you was a sharp fellow , could read , write , and do every thing , and that I should like you very much ; but if you mean to keep it all to yourself , you might as well not have had it . ” “ I am ready to talk when I have ...
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... at first surprised me , as I was very stout and tall for my age ; but a moment's reflection told me , that it was given to annoy me . A lad is as much vexed at being supposed younger than he really is , as a man of 90 JACOB FAITHFUL .
... at first surprised me , as I was very stout and tall for my age ; but a moment's reflection told me , that it was given to annoy me . A lad is as much vexed at being supposed younger than he really is , as a man of 90 JACOB FAITHFUL .
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... told me so much about you , I jilted the second to make room for you ; but now , I mean to try if I can't get him back again . ” " With all my heart , " replied I , laughing . " I shall prove but a sorry sweetheart , for I never made ...
... told me so much about you , I jilted the second to make room for you ; but now , I mean to try if I can't get him back again . ” " With all my heart , " replied I , laughing . " I shall prove but a sorry sweetheart , for I never made ...
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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...