The friendship that's formed on the wave, Walter Gay, Is deeper than plummet may sound: That can not decay till we lose our way, Or death runs the vessel aground, Walter Gay, Or death runs the vessel aground!英文原著 · 《Poems》
'What - what?' said his lordship. 'Who is this?'
'If you please, my lord, I am Holdaway's niece,' replied Nance, with a curtsey. 'Should have been here himself,' observed his lordship. 'Well, you tell Holdaway that I'm aground, not a stiver - not a stiver. I'm running from the beagles - going abroad, tell Holdaway. And he need look for no more wages: glad of 'em myself, if I could get 'em. He can live in the castle if he likes, or go to the devil. O, and here is Mr.英文原著 · 《Lay Morals》
And now, though fairly off from Norway, and on our homeward way, it was a tedious business--what with fogs, calms, and headwinds--working towards Copenhagen. We rounded the Scaw in a thick mist, saw the remains of four ships that had run aground upon it, and were nearly run into ourselves by a clumsy merchantman, whom we had the relief of being able to abuse in our native vernacular, and the most racy sea-slang.英文原著 · 《Letters From High Latitudes》
I began to expostulate, and even to scold the pilot, for not having informed me of his ignorance previous to my departure. This made him row with more force, and we turned round one rock only to see another, equally destitute of the tokens we were in search of to tell us where we were. Entering also into creek after creek which promised to be the entrance of the bay we were seeking, we advanced merely to find ourselves running aground.英文原著 · 《Letters on Sweden, Norway, and Denmark》
The captain fumed. "It's only a squaw," he protested. Akoon did not grunt. He was all eyes for the squaw and the pursuing canoe. In the latter six paddles were flashing, while the squaw paddled slowly. "You'll be aground," the captain protested, seizing the wheel. But Akoon countered his strength on the wheel and looked him in the eyes. The captain slowly released the spokes.英文原著 · 《Lost Face》
Harkee, forsooth; if so be that you are in your right senses, d'ye see, for ought as I perceive I'm like to be finely fobbed,--if I have got anger here upon your account, and you are tacked about already. What d'ye mean, after all your fair speeches, and stroking my cheeks, and kissing and hugging, what would you sheer off so? Would you, and leave me aground?英文原著 · 《Love for Love》