see
a little light, nothing travels faster than the night.
no resting for the pursuit of one through day into night and night into day, a thing- the wonderful experience and acquired by geniuses among commanders.
the simple last descried under pretty direction.
he will continue for a time, out of sight as well as that in these cases, a pilot, losing sight of he well knows and he desires to return again at some point.
like this; he stands by his compass ad takes the precise bearing of the hit, unseen.
his compass, with the chased and diligently marked hours of daylight when night obscures the future through darkness.
as the sagacious mind of him
this hunter's skill, evanescence of water, a desired land. and as the mighty of the familiarly known.
in their hands, men rate as that of a pulse, and lightly say the down
will
reach
such a spot
at such an hour
so, almost when time of the deep
according to his many hours have gone.
reached that degree of acuteness.
all in the end, the wind and the sea must be allies for present skill that assures him he is exactly inferable.
statements are many matters touching the chase.
tore on- leaving such a furrow in the level field.
cried but this swift motion of the creeps
up one's heart...
this and I are brave.
some launch me on the sea for the gait that leaves no dust.
there she, right ahead, was.
"i knew it."
"ye can't escape"
"the mad fiend himself is after ye!"
"blister your lungs!- dam off your blood!"
did but speak out all that frenzies of the chase had by this time worked them like old wine.
whatever pale fears and forebodings some of them might have felt before were not only
kept
out of
sight.
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simplicity
Poetrysimplicity.... that's what poetry is. but poetry has depth, emotion, a sense of understanding.
