Poems, songs and ballads of the sea, compiled and arranged by C. Bruce, Utgave 631Charles Bruce (writer of tales) 1874 |
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... Tennyson . 98 66 Captain Death , ' Suffolk Garland . " 67 Casabianca , Mrs. Hemans . 79 Castaway , The , Convict Ship , The , Cumberland , The , · • Cowper . 178 • • Hervey . 319 Longfellow . 107 TAGE Dangers of the Sea , Davy Jones , •
... Tennyson . 98 66 Captain Death , ' Suffolk Garland . " 67 Casabianca , Mrs. Hemans . 79 Castaway , The , Convict Ship , The , Cumberland , The , · • Cowper . 178 • • Hervey . 319 Longfellow . 107 TAGE Dangers of the Sea , Davy Jones , •
Side vi
... Death of Nelson , Death of the Old Norse King , Discoverer of the North Cape , Doomed Ship , The , • Dream of the Mariner's Wife , Drowned , • George D. Prentice . 350 • Thomas Moore . 229 Anon . 66 · Anon . 92 A. 7. S. Longfellow . 245 ...
... Death of Nelson , Death of the Old Norse King , Discoverer of the North Cape , Doomed Ship , The , • Dream of the Mariner's Wife , Drowned , • George D. Prentice . 350 • Thomas Moore . 229 Anon . 66 · Anon . 92 A. 7. S. Longfellow . 245 ...
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... Death , is everywhere , and many a mask hath he , • The tide is in , the breeze is fair , 12 · • 134 The time was wild , there did come o'er the sea a troubled hum , 197 • 138 • 257 • 267 PAGE The war of battle thundered , The waters ...
... Death , is everywhere , and many a mask hath he , • The tide is in , the breeze is fair , 12 · • 134 The time was wild , there did come o'er the sea a troubled hum , 197 • 138 • 257 • 267 PAGE The war of battle thundered , The waters ...
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... DEATH , is everywhere , and many a mask hath he , Many and awful are the shapes in which he rules the sea ; Sometimes within a rocky aisle he lights his candle dim , And sits half sheeted in the foarn , chanting a funeral hymn ; Full ...
... DEATH , is everywhere , and many a mask hath he , Many and awful are the shapes in which he rules the sea ; Sometimes within a rocky aisle he lights his candle dim , And sits half sheeted in the foarn , chanting a funeral hymn ; Full ...
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... Death's ever - silent- lands ; But there is one man in my ship who sailed with me of yore By many a bay and headland of the New World's eastern shore : From India's heats to Greenland's snows he dared to fol- low me , And is he turned ...
... Death's ever - silent- lands ; But there is one man in my ship who sailed with me of yore By many a bay and headland of the New World's eastern shore : From India's heats to Greenland's snows he dared to fol- low me , And is he turned ...
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
amain Avès bark beneath billows boat bold bore boys brave breast breath breeze bright brow captain cheek cheer cloud crew cried dark Davy Jones dead death deck deep dinner plain dread EBENEZER ELLIOT England eyes fair fear flag floating foam gale gallant gaze gleam grave grim guns hand hath hear heard heart heaven Inchcape Rock land lass laugh'd light lone look'd looked Lord loud maiden martyr band MARY HOWITT mast merrie morn ne'er never o'er ocean pale pennon pilot lost pirate roar rock rose round sail sailor Salamander sea-bird Shannon ship shore shrouds Sir Richard Fanshawe sleep smiled soul Spanish main stars stood storm storm rave stormy winds sudden fear T. B. ALDRICH tears tell tempest thee thou thunder tide Twas vessel voice watch waves weary winds do blow wreck
Populære avsnitt
Side 317 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Side 307 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon -' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Side 324 - Pilot's boat. Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I moved my lips — the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes And prayed where he did sit.
Side 322 - The pilot and the pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast : Dear Lord in heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice : It is the hermit good ! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. * He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Side 315 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Side 120 - Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Side 310 - And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Side 311 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
Side 322 - On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; 441 This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!
Side 83 - By the festal cities' blaze, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light ; And yet amidst that joy and uproar Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore...