Poems, songs and ballads of the sea, compiled and arranged by C. Bruce, Utgave 631Charles Bruce (writer of tales) 1874 |
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Side 13
... , as a schoolboy's vessel frail . Seven sick men , and his only son , his comrades were to be , But ere they left the ' Crescent's ' side , the chief spoke dauntlessly : - " Ho , Mutineers ! I ask no act of Henrich Hudson . 13.
... , as a schoolboy's vessel frail . Seven sick men , and his only son , his comrades were to be , But ere they left the ' Crescent's ' side , the chief spoke dauntlessly : - " Ho , Mutineers ! I ask no act of Henrich Hudson . 13.
Side 14
... side tho ' all be sure to die . " Before his chief could bid him back , he is standing at his side : - The cable's cut - away they drift , over the midnight tide . No word from any lip came forth , their strain'd eyes steadily glare At ...
... side tho ' all be sure to die . " Before his chief could bid him back , he is standing at his side : - The cable's cut - away they drift , over the midnight tide . No word from any lip came forth , their strain'd eyes steadily glare At ...
Side 16
... side . Slow crept the blood into their hearts , each manly pulse stood still , Huge haggard Bears kept watch above on every dazzling hill . Anon , the doomed men were entranced by the potent frigid air , And they dream , as drowning men ...
... side . Slow crept the blood into their hearts , each manly pulse stood still , Huge haggard Bears kept watch above on every dazzling hill . Anon , the doomed men were entranced by the potent frigid air , And they dream , as drowning men ...
Side 22
... side , like pennons wide , Flashing crystal streamlets run . His sails of white sea mist Dripped with silver rain ; But where he passed there were cast Leaden showers o'er the main . Eastward from Campobello Sir Humphrey Gilbert sailed ...
... side , like pennons wide , Flashing crystal streamlets run . His sails of white sea mist Dripped with silver rain ; But where he passed there were cast Leaden showers o'er the main . Eastward from Campobello Sir Humphrey Gilbert sailed ...
Side 27
... side , And closed where he sailed before . " Ho ! see ye not , my merry men , The broad and open sea ? Bethink ye what the whaler said , Bethink ye of the little Indian's sled ! " The crew laughed out in glee . " Sir John , Sir John ...
... side , And closed where he sailed before . " Ho ! see ye not , my merry men , The broad and open sea ? Bethink ye what the whaler said , Bethink ye of the little Indian's sled ! " The crew laughed out in glee . " Sir John , Sir John ...
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amain Avès bark beneath billows boat bold bore boys brave breast breath breeze bright captain cheek cheer cloud crew cried dark Davy Jones dead death deck deep dread ELIZA COOK England eyes fair fear flag flag of Spain floating foam gale gallant gaze gleam grave grim guns hand hath hear heard heart heaven HUMPHREY GILBERT Inchcape Rock king land laugh'd light lone look'd looked Lord maiden MARY HOWITT mast merrie morn ne'er never night at sea o'er ocean pale pennon pilot lost pirate roar rock round sail sailors sea-bird ship shore shrouds Sir John Franklin sleep smiled soul Spaniards Spanish main star stood storm storm rave stormy winds T. B. ALDRICH tears tell tempest thee thou thunder tide Tis a wild Twas vessel watch waves wild night winds do blow wreck
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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 305 - 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 322 - 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 320 - 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 313 - 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 308 - 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 310 - 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 320 - 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...