Sea and Shore: A Collection of Poems ...Roberts Brothers, 1874 - 220 páginas |
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... wait until the last days come , When we no more may care to hold White bosoms under crowns of gold , And our dull hearts no longer are Stirred by the clangorous noise of war , And hope within our souls is dead And no joy is rememberéd ...
... wait until the last days come , When we no more may care to hold White bosoms under crowns of gold , And our dull hearts no longer are Stirred by the clangorous noise of war , And hope within our souls is dead And no joy is rememberéd ...
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... wait thee , love , with my steed so free , And the bonniest bark I'll bring for thee . " And when they passed to the white , white sand , The ships came sailing on to the land ; But when they were out in the midst of the sound , Down ...
... wait thee , love , with my steed so free , And the bonniest bark I'll bring for thee . " And when they passed to the white , white sand , The ships came sailing on to the land ; But when they were out in the midst of the sound , Down ...
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... wait ! Let the captains all and each Shove ashore , then blow up , burn the vessels on the beach ! France must undergo her fate ! " " Give the word ! " But no such word Was ever spoke or heard : For up stood , for out stepped , for in ...
... wait ! Let the captains all and each Shove ashore , then blow up , burn the vessels on the beach ! France must undergo her fate ! " " Give the word ! " But no such word Was ever spoke or heard : For up stood , for out stepped , for in ...
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... wait . " Steer us in , then , small and great ! Take the helm , lead the line , save the squadron ! " cried its chief . Captains , give the sailor place ! He is admiral , in brief . Still the north - wind , by God's grace . See the ...
... wait . " Steer us in , then , small and great ! Take the helm , lead the line , save the squadron ! " cried its chief . Captains , give the sailor place ! He is admiral , in brief . Still the north - wind , by God's grace . See the ...
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... soundless wind That smites thee from the land ! For never comes the ship to port , Howe'er the breeze may be ; Just when she nears the waiting shore , She drifts again to sea . 65 THE DEAD SHIP OF HARPSWELL . No tack of 64 SEA AND SHORE .
... soundless wind That smites thee from the land ! For never comes the ship to port , Howe'er the breeze may be ; Just when she nears the waiting shore , She drifts again to sea . 65 THE DEAD SHIP OF HARPSWELL . No tack of 64 SEA AND SHORE .
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Términos y frases comunes
Æneid ALFRED TENNYSON ALICE CARY bark BAYARD TAYLOR beach bells of Lynn beneath billows binding shoes blow blue boatie rows boy sets fire brave breast breath breeze bright BRIXHAM calm CELIA THAXTER cliff clouds Count Arnaldos cried dark dead dear deck deep doth dream drift evermore eyes fair foam gale galley gleam glow gold golden gray hand HARPSWELL hath hear heart heaven Hervé Riel J. G. LOCKHart JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Jumblies land light lonely mariner mast moon night o'er ocean roar rocks roll round sail sailor sailor's blood sand sang SEA-KING shine ship shore shout sieve silent Simoïs sings sleep song soul sound stands stars storm Strathairly surge sweet swell swift tempest thee thine THOMAS D'ARCY MCGEE thou thunder tide tossing voice W. D. HOWELLS watch waters waves wild wind wings wreck
Pasajes populares
Página 100 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Página 43 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Página 88 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Página 85 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Página 138 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Página 136 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Página 101 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Página 85 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Página 107 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time, — Calm or convulsed, in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving — boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 19 - In the afternoon they came unto a land, In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon ; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.