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When called upon to join in the play, he refused with a scowl and a rasping oath in his native tongue, and as the evening grew on towards midnight he was left to himself and his meditations. His thoughts were still with Arithelli, the weird witch-girl, whose eyes were like those of Swinburne's fair woman, "Coloured like a water-flower, And deeper than the green sea's glass."
The sea's come on very coarse, and the young Squire's boat's gettin' badly used out there, about a mile to the east'ard." "Who's in her?" "The young Squire and his lass." "I'll be out directly. Has he ever made the landin' before?" "Yes, but Tom's Harry was always with him." When Casely stepped to the cliff edge, he saw that matters were a little awkward.
With all her might she crowds all sail off shore; in so doing, fights 'gainst the very winds that fain would blow her homeward; seeks all the lashed sea's landlessness again; for refuge's sake forlornly rushing into peril; her only friend her bitterest foe! Know ye now, Bulkington?
And standing so I saw the men, and they saw me; and quickened to the act by the sudden danger, I swung over the first half of the trap which shut the chimney in, and made ready to close the second with all the deftness I could command. There were two men at the sea's edge, and they did not hear me, I believe, until the first door of that trap was down.
There was the dignity of the sea and its boundless freedom in their beautiful curves, which the abutting houses could not destroy, and even something of the sea's loneliness in the far-spaced ports and cabin windows lit up by the lamps of the prosaic landsmen who plied their trades behind them.
The strange turn which the poem takes its dread of the sea's dangers seems to point to a time when Horace's memories of his own shipwreck were still very vivid. There was also time for extensive reading. That Vergil ranged widely and deeply in philosophy and history, antiquities and all the world's best prose and poetry, the vast learning of the Georgics and the Aeneid abundantly proves.
There were some things it was not possible for a mean to bear! The river! The river! He could hear it rippling over the sunny sands, swirling among the logs, dashing and roaring under the bridge, rushing to the sea's embrace. Could it tell whither it was hurrying? NO; but it was escaping from its present bonds; it would never have to pass over these same jagged rocks again.
Ryder is, I think, the special messenger of the sea's beauty, the confidant of its majesties, its hauteurs, its supremacies; for he was born within range of the sea and all its legends have hovered with him continually.
At last the day began to dawn; a faint grey light spread over the sea. We could distinguish now the masts of a ship in the far distance. 'There she is, poor thing! said my grandfather, pointing in the direction of the ship. 'She's close on Ainslie Crag I thought so! 'The wind's gone down a bit now, hasn't it? I asked. 'Yes, and the sea's a bit stiller just now, he said.
But close down to the edge of the water, using the sea's calm surface for a mirror and a piece of broken bottle for a razor, John Dolittle was shaving his face by the light of the moon. THEY all gave me a great greeting as I clambered off my half of the ship on to theirs.
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