There Is Sorrow on the Sea E-Book

Gilbert Parker

• Herausgeber: Booksell-Verlag
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

In "There Is Sorrow on the Sea," Gilbert Parker delves into the intricate emotional landscapes of human experience against the backdrop of the tumultuous sea. Blending vivid imagery with lyrical prose, Parker captures the essence of longing, despair, and the often-overlooked beauty of life's tribulations. The narrative flows between poetic realism and deep psychological insight, reflecting the late Victorian era's preoccupation with themes of fate and the indomitable human spirit. The book serves as a poignant exploration of the interplay between nature and the human condition, resonating with readers who appreciate a rich tapestry of emotional depth and philosophical musings. Parker, a Canadian author, drew upon his diverse experiences'—including his early life in the wilderness of Canada and his extensive travels'— to infuse his storytelling with authenticity and passion. His keen observations of society and human behavior allow him to craft characters that are deeply relatable and richly drawn. Parker's background in journalism further enhanced his narrative style, imbuing his work with a sense of immediacy and resonance that speaks to universal themes. This remarkable work is highly recommended for readers seeking a profound exploration of loss and longing, wrapped in Parker's elegant prose. The book invites reflection, pressing its audience to confront the depths of sorrow and the potential for redemption found within. Readers who appreciate literary blends of psychological insight and emotional depth will find "There Is Sorrow on the Sea" an unforgettable journey. In this enriched edition, we have carefully created added value for your reading experience: - Hand‐picked Memorable Quotes shine a spotlight on moments of literary brilliance. - Interactive footnotes clarify unusual references, historical allusions, and archaic phrases for an effortless, more informed read.

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Gilbert Parker

There Is Sorrow on the Sea

Published by Good Press, 2019

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EAN 4064066150082

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“YORK FACTORY, HUDSON’S BAY, “23rd September, 1747.

“MY DEAR COUSIN FANNY—It was a year last April Fool’s Day, I left you on the sands there at Mablethorpe, no more than a stone’s throw from the Book-in-Hand Inn, swearing that you should never see me or hear from me again. You remember how we saw the coast-guards flash their lights here and there, as they searched the sands for me? how one came bundling down the bank, calling, ‘Who goes there?’ You remember that when I said, ‘A friend,’ he stumbled, and his light fell to the sands and went out, and in the darkness you and I stole away: you to your home, with a whispering, ‘God-bless-you, Cousin Dick,’ over your shoulder, and I with a bit of a laugh that, maybe, cut to the heart, and that split in a sob in my own throat—though you didn’t hear that.

“ ’Twas a bad night’s work that, Cousin Fanny, and maybe I wish it undone, and maybe I don’t; but a devil gets into the heart of a man when he has to fly from the lass he loves, while the friends of his youth go hunting him with muskets, and he has to steal out of the backdoor of his own country and shelter himself, like a cold sparrow, up in the eaves of the world.

“Ay, lass, that’s how I left the fens of Lincolnshire a year last April Fool’s Day. There wasn’t a dyke from, Lincoln town to Mablethorpe that I hadn’t crossed with a running jump; and there wasn’t a break in the shore, or a sink-hole in the sand, or a clump of rushes, or a samphire bed, from Skegness to Theddlethorpe, that I didn’t know like every line of your face. And when I was a slip of a lad-ay, and later too—how you and I used to snuggle into little nooks of the sand-hills, maybe just beneath the coast-guard’s hut, and watch the tide come swilling in-water-daisies you used to call the breaking surf, Cousin Fanny. And that was like you, always with a fancy about everything you saw. And when the ships, the fishing-smacks with their red sails, and the tall-masted brigs went by, taking the white foam on their canvas, you used to wish that you might sail away to the lands you’d heard tell of from old skippers that gathered round my uncle’s fire in the Book-in-Hand. Ay, a grand thing I thought it would be, too, to go riding round the world on a well-washed deck, with plenty of food and grog, and maybe, by-and-by, to be first mate, and lord it from fo’castle bunk to stern-rail.