 | 1835 - 700 стор.
...the sand, and hannt'st the surge, Restless and sad ; as if, in strange accord With motion and with roar Of waves that drive to shore, One spirit did...thousands thou, both sepulchre and pall, Old Ocean, art ! A requiem on the dead, From out thy gloomy cells, A tale of mourning tells — Tells of man's... | |
 | 1826 - 506 стор.
...scared, As if thy mates had shared The doom of us. Thy wail— What does it bring to me ? Thou call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge. Restless and sad ; as if. in strange accord With motion, and with roar Of waves that drive to shore, One spirit did ye urge— The Mystery—the Word.... | |
 | Richard Henry Dana - 1833 - 508 стор.
...As if thy mates had shared The doom of us: Thy wail — What does it bring to me? III. Thou call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge, Restless and...One spirit did ye urge — The Mystery —The Word. IV. Of thousands, thou, both sepulchre and pall, Old Ocean, art! A requiem o'er the dead, From out... | |
 | Richard Henry Dana - 1833 - 508 стор.
...As if thy mates had shared The doom of us: Thy wail — What does it bring to me ? III. Thou call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge, Restless and...One spirit did ye urge — The Mystery — The Word. IV. Of thousands, thou, both sepulchre and pall, Old Ocean, art! A requiem o'er the dead, From out... | |
 | 1834 - 402 стор.
...sea ; Thy cry is weak and scared, As if thy mates had shared The doom of us. Thy wail — What does it bring to me ? Thou call's! along the sand, and...surge. Restless and sad ; as if, in strange accord With motion, and with roar Of waves that drive to shore, One spirit did ye urge — The Mystery— the Word.... | |
 | 1834 - 406 стор.
...sea ; Thy ery is weak and seared, As if thy mates had shared The doom of us. Thy wail — Whst does it bring to me ? . . Thou call's! along the sand,...haunt'st the surge, Restless and sad ; as if, in strange aeeord i With motion, and with roar Of waves that drive to shore, ,| One spirit did ye urge — The... | |
 | 1835 - 572 стор.
...if thy mates had shared The doom of us. Thy wail — . • What does it bring to me ? ' Thou call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge, Restless and sad ; as if, in strange accord With motion and with roar Of waves that drive to shore, One spirit did ye urge — The Mystery — the Word.... | |
 | 1835 - 562 стор.
...scared, As if thy mates had shared The doom of us. Thy wail— What does it bring to me ? ' Thon call'st along the sand, and haunt'st the surge, Restless and sad; as if, in strange accord With motion, and with roar Of waves that drive to shore, One spirit did ye urge—- The Mystery—the Word.... | |
 | Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith - 1835 - 1138 стор.
...surge, Restless and sad ; as if, in strange accord 118 AMERICAN POETRY. \Vith motion and with roar ОГ waves that drive to shore, One spirit did ye urge — The Mystery— the Word. " Of thousands thon, both sepulchre and pall Old Ocean, art ! A requiem on the dead, From out thy gloomy cells, A... | |
 | 1836 - 268 стор.
...the sand, and h ami test, the surge Restless and sad ; as if, in strange accord Wild motion, and with roar , Of waves that drive to shore, One spirit did...thousands thou, both sepulchre and pall, Old Ocean, art! A requiem o'er the dead, From out thy gloomy cells, A tale of mourning tells — Tells of man's... | |
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Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven by a beating storm at sea ; Thy cry is weak and scared, As if thy mates had shared The doom of us : Thy wail — What... 
