 I love (oh! how I love) to ride On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide, When every mad wave drowns the moon, Or whistles aloft his tempest tune, And tells how goeth the world below, And why the south-west blasts do blow. I never was on the dull, tame shore,...  Victorian Poets - Сторінка 110автори: Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1875 - 441 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1831 - 502 стор.
...aloft his tempest-tune ; And tells how goeth the world below, And why the sou'- west blast doth blow. I never was on the dull tame shore, But I loved the great lea more and more, And backwards flew to her billowy breast, Like a bird that geeketh its mother's... | |
 | 1831 - 444 стор.
...the world líelo»-, And why the sou-west blasts do blow. I never was on the dull, tame shore, lïut I loved the great sea more and more ; And backwards flew to her billowy ЬтЫ, Like a bird that seekelh its mother's пеъ1; And a mother she was and is to me, For I was... | |
 | 1831 - 496 стор.
...tells how goeth the world below, And why the sou'-west blast doth blow. I never was on the dull tatne shore, But I loved the great sea more and more* And backwards Hew to her billowy breast, Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest ; And a mother she was, and is,... | |
 | Bryan Waller Procter - 1832 - 270 стор.
...world below, And why the Sou'-west blasts do blow. I never was on the dull tame shore, But I lov'd the great sea more and more, And backwards flew to...that seeketh its mother's nest ; And a mother she ii-as, and is to me ; For I was born on the open sea ! The waves were white, and red the morn, In the... | |
 | 1833 - 348 стор.
...entire, Bull loved the great sea more and more ; And hnckwatds flew to her hillowy hreasl, Like a hitd that seeketh its mother's nest; And a mother she was and is to me ; For I was torn on the open sea ! The waves were white, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was horn :... | |
 | 1835 - 320 стор.
...world below, And why the Sou'-west blasts do blow. I never was on the dufl tame shore, But 1 lov'd the great sea more and more, And backwards flew to...was and is to me; For I was born on the open sea! The waves were white, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born; And the whale it whistled,... | |
 | Frances Maclellan - 1836 - 352 стор.
...sea, I am where I would ever he, With the blue above and the blue below, And silence wheresoe'er I go. I never was on the dull tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more. BARHY CORNWALL. INTRODUCTORY LETTER. Ancona. LIFE, dearest Minna, is a strange theatre, and we ourselves... | |
 | Priscilla Maden Watts - 1839 - 286 стор.
...below, And why the sou' -west blasts do blow. I never was on the dull tame shore, But 1 loved the green sea more and more ; And backwards flew to her billowy...was and is to me ; For I was born on the open sea ! The waves were white and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born ; And the whale it whistled,... | |
 | 1849 - 564 стор.
...Smithfield more and more, And backwards flew to her dirty pens, As chickens seek their parent hens ; And a mother she was and is to me, For I was born in The oxen were active with hoof and horn, In the noisy hour when I was born ; And the drovers whistled,... | |
 | 1831 - 480 стор.
...his tempest tune, ' And tells how goeth the world below, And why the sou' -west blasts do blow. IV. I never was on the dull tame shore, But I loved the...was and is to me ; For I was born on the open sea ! V. The waves were white, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born ; And the whale it whistled,... | |
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