Thalatta: A Book for the Sea-sideSamuel Longfellow Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 - 206 стор. |
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... hour . And slowly , idly wandering , we will roam , Where the high cliffs shall give us ample shade ; And watch the glassy waves , whose wrathful foam Hath power to make the seaman's heart afraid . Seek thou no veil to shroud thy soft ...
... hour . And slowly , idly wandering , we will roam , Where the high cliffs shall give us ample shade ; And watch the glassy waves , whose wrathful foam Hath power to make the seaman's heart afraid . Seek thou no veil to shroud thy soft ...
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... hours , fair Element ! Have such divine complexion - crisped smiles , Luxuriant heavings , and sweet whisperings , - That little is the wonder , Love's own Queen From thee of old was fabled to have sprung .. Creation's common ! which no ...
... hours , fair Element ! Have such divine complexion - crisped smiles , Luxuriant heavings , and sweet whisperings , - That little is the wonder , Love's own Queen From thee of old was fabled to have sprung .. Creation's common ! which no ...
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... hour of musing by the sea . J. G. WHITtier . • THE SEA . It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores , and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns , till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound ...
... hour of musing by the sea . J. G. WHITtier . • THE SEA . It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores , and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns , till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound ...
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... hours away , Curling thy loving ripples up her quiet shore . She is a married matron long ago With nations at her side ; her milk doth flow Each year ; but thee no husband dares to tame , Thy wild will is thine own , Thy sole and virgin ...
... hours away , Curling thy loving ripples up her quiet shore . She is a married matron long ago With nations at her side ; her milk doth flow Each year ; but thee no husband dares to tame , Thy wild will is thine own , Thy sole and virgin ...
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... forth the blast ! An hour , and whirled like winnowing chaff , The giant surge shall fling His tresses o'er yon pennon - staff , White as the sea - bird's wing ! Yet rest , ye wanderers of the deep ; Nor 110 THE STEAM - BOAT .
... forth the blast ! An hour , and whirled like winnowing chaff , The giant surge shall fling His tresses o'er yon pennon - staff , White as the sea - bird's wing ! Yet rest , ye wanderers of the deep ; Nor 110 THE STEAM - BOAT .
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Annabel Lee Annie of Lochroyan Balder bark BARRY CORNWALL beach beat beauty bending beneath billows bird blue boat bosom breast breath breeze bright calm CHARLES KIngsley clouds coral Count Arnaldos cruel mother dark dashing deep dost doth dream drifting earth eternal evermore fair Annie float foam gale gentle gleam glow golden green gude hair hand hath hear heart heaven holy sea Inchcape Rock isles land lang lang light lonely Look Lord Gregory loud maiden mast merrily mighty moan moon morning mountain murmurs night Noroway o'er o'er the sea ocean R. H. DANA rest restless rise roar rolling round sail sand Scottish Border sea-birds sea-weed sea-wolf ship shore silent singing Sir Patrick Spens sleep soft song soul sound spray stars storm surge sweet swell Thalatta thee thine thou tide Till song unto voice waters waves weary wild wind wing
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Сторінка 131 - The world is too much with us : late and soon. Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not.
Сторінка 79 - Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Burden, Ding-dong. Hark ! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Сторінка 201 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Сторінка 58 - Our gude ship sails the morn!"— "Now, ever alack, my master dear, I fear a deadly storm! "I saw the new moon, late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm.
Сторінка 188 - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea...
Сторінка 175 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
Сторінка 22 - It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
Сторінка 146 - Nor I alone ; — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of delight ; And languid forms rise up, and pulses bound Livelier, at coming of the wind of night ; And, languishing to hear thy grateful sound, Lies the vast inland stretched beyond the sight. Go forth into the gathering shade ; go forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth...
Сторінка 80 - Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light.
Сторінка 205 - As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail at dawn of day Are scarce long leagues apart descried ; When fell the night, upsprung the breeze, And all the darkling hours they plied, Nor dreamt but each the self-same seas By each was cleaving, side by side...