Thalatta: A Book for the Sea-sideSamuel Longfellow Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 - 206 стор. |
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... listen , gazing on thy face , ( Pale as some cameo on the Italian shell ! ) Or looking out across the far blue space , Where glancing sails to gentle breezes swell . Come forth ! The sun hath flung on Thetis ' breast The glittering ...
... listen , gazing on thy face , ( Pale as some cameo on the Italian shell ! ) Or looking out across the far blue space , Where glancing sails to gentle breezes swell . Come forth ! The sun hath flung on Thetis ' breast The glittering ...
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... such a bark behold . Sails of satin , masts of cedar , Golden poops may come again , But mortal ear no more shall listen To yon grey - haired sailor's strain . Heart may beat , and eye may glisten , Faith 39 From the Spanish.
... such a bark behold . Sails of satin , masts of cedar , Golden poops may come again , But mortal ear no more shall listen To yon grey - haired sailor's strain . Heart may beat , and eye may glisten , Faith 39 From the Spanish.
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... listen To the song that rules the sea . When the grey - haired sailor chaunted , Every wind was hushed to sleep , - Like a virgin's bosom panted All the wide reposing deep . Bright in beauty rose the star - fish From her green cave down ...
... listen To the song that rules the sea . When the grey - haired sailor chaunted , Every wind was hushed to sleep , - Like a virgin's bosom panted All the wide reposing deep . Bright in beauty rose the star - fish From her green cave down ...
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... Listen ! O , listen ! Here is a gush of many streams , A song of many birds , And every wish and longing seems Lulled to a numbered flow of words , - Listen ! O , listen ! Here ever hum the golden bees Underneath full - blossomed trees ...
... Listen ! O , listen ! Here is a gush of many streams , A song of many birds , And every wish and longing seems Lulled to a numbered flow of words , - Listen ! O , listen ! Here ever hum the golden bees Underneath full - blossomed trees ...
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... listen in the deepening gloom , alone , May think of gentle souls that pass'd away , Like thy pure breath , into the vast unknown , Sent forth from heaven among the sons of men , And into the boundless heaven again . gone The faint old ...
... listen in the deepening gloom , alone , May think of gentle souls that pass'd away , Like thy pure breath , into the vast unknown , Sent forth from heaven among the sons of men , And into the boundless heaven again . gone The faint old ...
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Annabel Lee Annie of Lochroyan bark BARRY CORNWALL beach beat beauty bending beneath billows bird blue bosom breast breath breeze bright calm CHARLES KINGSLEY cloud coral Count Arnaldos dark dash deep doth dream drifting earth eternal eternal Eye evermore eyes fair Annie float foam gale gentle gleam glorious glow golden green gude hair hath hear heart heaven holy sea Inchcape Rock isles land lang lang light listen lonely look Lord Gregory maiden mast mighty moan moon morning mountain murmuring Nereids night Noroway o'er o'er the sea ocean pale R. H. DANA rest restless rise roar rocks rolling round sail sand sea-weed ship shore silent sink Sir Patrick Sir Patrick Spens sleep soft song soul sound spirit spray stars storm strange surge sweet swell Thalatta thee thine thoughts 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...