The Mutiny and Piratical Seizure of H.M.S. Bounty

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65 ÆäÀÌÁö - Upon himself; horror and doubt distract His troubled thoughts, and from the bottom stir The hell within him ; for within him hell He brings, and round about him, nor from hell One step, no more than from himself, can fly By change of place : now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd ; wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be, Worse ; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue.
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - As eager to anticipate their grave ; And the sea yawn'd around her like a hell. And down she sucked with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die.
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - And first one universal shriek there rush'd, Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder; and then all was hush'd, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash Of billows; but at intervals there gush'd, Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
256 ÆäÀÌÁö - Judge, before whom all hearts are open and from whom no secrets are hid.
160 ÆäÀÌÁö - Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere It should the good ship so have swallow'd and The fraughting souls within her.
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - Posse nefas, tacitusque mea decedere terra ? Nec te noster amor, nec te data dextera quondam, Nec moritura tenet crudeli funere Dido...
187 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis but the same; My pang shall find a voice. From my youth upwards My spirit walk'd not with the souls of men, Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes ; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The aim of their existence was not mine ; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers, Made me a stranger ; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon.
314 ÆäÀÌÁö - Pacific islands; his only dress was a piece of cloth round his loins, and a straw hat ornamented with the black feathers of the domestic fowl. "With a great share of good humour...
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - Notwithstanding the roughness with which I was treated, the remembrance of past kindnesses produced some signs of remorse in Christian. When they were forcing me out of the ship, I asked him if this treatment was a proper return for the many instances he had received of my friendship ? he appeared disturbed at my question, and answered, with much emotion, " That, Captain Bligh, that is the thing ; — I am in hell...
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... there remains a tender thin crust; and the inside is soft, tender, and white, like the crumb of a penny loaf. There is neither seed nor stone in the inside, but all of a pure substance, like bread.

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