Cape St. Vincent

What's death? You'll love me yet.

the lost mistress all's over then does truth sound bitter as one at first believes hark tis the sparrow's good-night twitter about your cottage eves and the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly i noticed that to-day one day more burst them open fully you know the red turns gray to-morrow we meet the same then dearest may i take your hand in mine mere friends are we well friends the merest keep much that i resign for each glance of the eye so bright and black though i keep with heart's endeavor your voice when you wish the snowdrops back though it stay in my soul forever yet i will but say what mere friends say or only a thought stronger i will hold your hand but as long as all may or so very little longer Nobly, nobly, Cape St. Vincent to the northwest died away.

Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, Reeking into Cadiz Bay.

bluish mid the burning water full in face trafalgar lay in the dimmest northeast distance dawned gibraltar grand and gray Here and here did England help me, How can I help England say? Whoso turns as I this evening, Turn to God to praise and pray, While Jove's planet rises yonder, Silent over Africa.

And, um, well, we, we made a good start actually.

We sailed up around Cape St. Vincent and up the coast, and we, and we knew the wind was gonna go more northerly, so we kept sailing as far as we could.

Originally, we had a modest aim for Cascais, but we realized we still had good wind, so we made for Peniche, which is sort of the next stop up, and we could anchor in there.

They didn't charge us anything.

And that wind went round the corner and turned northerly along the coast of Portugal.

Right.

And then they turned more northwesterly around the corner [laughs] of Cape St. Vincent.

Perfect.

Eratosthenes based his calculation on two fundamental lines corresponding, in a way, to our equator and meridian of Greenwich.

The first stretched, according to him, from Cape St. Vincent through the Straits of Messina and the island of Rhodes to Issus on the Gulf of Iskanderum.

For his starting-line in reckoning north and south, he used a meridian passing through the first cataract, Alexandria, Rhodes, and Byzantium.

The next two hundred years after Eratosthenes' death was filled up by the spread of the Roman Empire, by the taking over by the Romans of the vast possessions previously held by Alexander and his successors and by the Carthaginians, and by their spread into Gaul, Britain, and Germany.

Home Thoughts From the Sea by Robert Browning.

Read for LibriVox.org. Nobly, nobly, Cape St. Vincent to the north-west died away; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, Reeking into Cadiz Bay.

Bluish, 'mid the burning water, Full in face Trafalgar lay; In the dimmest north-east distance Dawned Gibraltar, grand and gray.

"Here and here did England help me: How can I help England, say?" Whoso turns as I this evening, Turn to God to praise and pray, While Jove's planet rises yonder, Silent over Africa.

Afterwards, return to Lagos for its town life rather than treating the whole visit as a beach stop.

From Lagos, drive west to Sagres and Cabo de São Vicente.

This final coastal stage changes the scale of the journey.

Sheltered coves give way to an exposed shoreline shaped by wind and high cliffs within the protected landscape of the Costa Vicentina, or Vicentine Coast.

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Home-Thoughts, from the Sea by Robert Browning, read for LibriVox.org. "Nobly, nobly, Cape St. Vincent to the north-west died away; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, Reeking into Cadiz Bay.

Bluish 'mid the burning water, Full in face Trafalgar lay; In the dimmest north-east distance Dawned Gibraltar, grand and gray.

Here, and here, did England help me: How can I help England, say? Whoso turns, as I this evening, Turn to God, to praise and pray, While Jove's planet rises yonder, Silent over Africa." End of poem.

last mistress

by robert browning all's over then does truth sound bitter as one at first believes hark tis the sparrow's good-night twitter about your cottage eves and the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly i noticed that to-day one day more burst them open fully you know the red turns gray to-morrow we meet the same then dearest may i take your hand in mine mere friends are we well friends the merest keep much that i resign for each glance of the eye so bright and black though i keep with heart's endeavor your voice when you wish the snowdrops back though it stay in my soul forever yet i will but say what mere friends say or only a thought stronger i will hold your hand but as long as all may or so very little longer Nobly, nobly, Cape St. Vincent to the northwest died away.

Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, Reeking into Cadiz Bay.

bluish mid the burning water full in face trafalgar lay in the dimmest northeast distance dawned gibraltar grand and gray Here and here did England help me, How can I help England say? Whoso turns as I this evening, Turn to God to praise and pray, While Jove's planet rises yonder, Silent over Africa.

Very different was the news that arrived in London in early March.

Sir John Jervis, with Nelson and Collingwood, met the Spanish fleet off Cape St. Vincent on Valentine's Day, and we all know the result.

As Jervis said on the morning of the fight, a victory was essential to England at this moment.

The confidence of the nation returned, and was not lost again through the hard struggle of the following years.

This was almost on the very spot of his indecisive fight of July 23rd.

Calder's order of battle gives very full details on various contingencies, making a sharp contrast with those signed Nelson and Bronte, in which the ship's stations only are set down, the rest of the orders being given in the plan of attack well known as the Nelson's Touch.

In the log of 24th, the enemy's fleet of 28 sail of the line were off Cape St. Vincent on the 18th, when they fell in with and destroyed four sail of merchantmen under convoy of the Halcyon, which narrowly escaped capture.

In the afternoon, the Euryalus, with dispatches from V.A. Collingwood, reported that the combined fleet anchored in Cadiz on the 21st, making in all 34 sail of the line.

last mistress

by robert browning all's over then does truth sound bitter as one at first believes hark tis the sparrow's good-night twitter about your cottage eves and the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly i noticed that to-day one day more burst them open fully you know the red turns gray to-morrow we meet the same then dearest may i take your hand in mine mere friends are we well friends the merest keep much that i resign for each glance of the eye so bright and black though i keep with heart's endeavor your voice when you wish the snowdrops back though it stay in my soul forever yet i will but say what mere friends say or only a thought stronger i will hold your hand but as long as all may or so very little longer Nobly, nobly, Cape St. Vincent to the northwest died away.

Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, Reeking into Cadiz Bay.

bluish mid the burning water full in face trafalgar lay in the dimmest north-east distance dawned gibraltar grand and gray here and here did england help me how can i help england say Who so turns as I this evening, Turn to God to praise and pray, While Jove's planet rises yonder, Silent over Africa.

yet the last mistress

by robert browning all's over then does truth sound bitter as one at first believes hark tis the sparrow's good-night twitter about your cottage eves and the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly i noticed that to-day one day more burst them open fully you know the red turns gray to-morrow we meet the same then dearest may i take your hand in mine mere friends are we well friends the merest keep much that i resign for each glance of the eye so bright and black though i keep with heart's endeavor your voice when you wish the snowdrops back though it stay in my soul forever yet i will but say what mere friends say or only a thought stronger i will hold your hand but as long as all may or so very little longer Nobly, nobly, Cape St. Vincent to the northwest died away.

Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, Reeking into Cadiz Bay.

bluish mid the burning water full in face trafalgar lay in the dimmest northeast distance dawned gibraltar grand and gray Here and here did England help me, How can I help England say? Whoso turns as I this evening, Turn to God to praise and pray, While Jove's planet rises yonder, Silent over Africa.