The Ocean Plague: Or, A Voyage to Quebec in an Irish Emigrant Vessel : Embracing a Quarantine at Grosse Isle in 1847 : with Notes Illustrative of the Ship-pestilence of that Fatal Year

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Coolidge and Wiley, 1848 - 127 Seiten
 

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Seite 41 - And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer; and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne.
Seite 101 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Seite 111 - Tended the sick busiest from couch to couch; And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delayed to strike, though oft invoked With vows, as their chief good, and final hope.
Seite 75 - And when I looked, behold, an hand was sent unto me ; and, lo, a roll of a book was therein ; And he spread it before me ; and it was written within and without : and there was written therein lamentations, and mourning, and woe.
Seite 32 - Thou shalt not be afraid for any terror by night, nor for the arrow that flieth by day ; For the pestilence that walketh in darkness, nor for the sickness that destroyeth in the noonday.
Seite 111 - Immediately a place Before his eyes appear'd, sad, noisome, dark ; A lazar-house it seem'd, wherein were laid Numbers of all diseased ; all maladies Of ghastly spasm, or racking torture, qualms Of heart-sick agony, all feverous kinds, Convulsions, epilepsies, fierce catarrhs, Intestine stone and ulcer, colic pangs, Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy, And moon-struck madness, pining atrophy, Marasmus, and wide-wasting pestilence, Dropsies, and asthmas, and joint-racking rheums.
Seite 52 - The floods have lifted up, O Lord, the floods have lifted up their voice; the floods lift up their waves. [4] The Lord on high is mightier than the noise of many waters, yea, than the mighty waves of the sea.
Seite 19 - I clasp'd the phantoms, and I found them air. O had I weigh'd it ere my fond embrace, What darts of agony had miss'd my heart! Death ! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.
Seite 82 - Strikes thro' their wounded hearts the sudden dread; But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close ; where past the shaft, no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel ; So dies in human hearts the thought of death.
Seite 16 - The Blackhole of Calcutta was a mercy compared to the holds of these vessels. Yet simultaneously, as if in reproof of those on whom the blame of all this wretchedness must fall, foreigners, Germans from Hamburg and Bremen are daily arriving, all healthy, robust, and cheerful.

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