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The Sea's Anthology: From the Earliest Times Down to the Middle of the ...
John Edward Patterson
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1913
ANONYMOUS appears ballad bear beautiful beneath billows blow blue boat bold bound boys brave breath bright captain clouds coast cried dark dear death deck deep England English eyes fair fear fight foam gale gallant give goes gold hand head hear heard heart heaven keep King lady land leave light live look Lord loud mariners mast mind moon morning never night o'er ocean once passed piece play rest roar rocks rolling round sail sailor sand seaman seems seen ship shore side sing sleep song soon soul sound stand storm sweet swell tell thee things thou thought tide true turned vessel voice waves Whiskey wild wind wreck young
Side 59 - Are those her ribs through which the sun Did peer, as through a grate ? And is that Woman all her crew ? Is that a Death ? and are there two ? Is Death that Woman's mate?
Side 55 - Was tyrannous and strong; He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow — As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head — The ship drove fast; loud roared the blast. And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow And it grew wondrous cold And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Side 83 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Side 58 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail ! a sail...
Side 110 - TOLL for the brave! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Side 65 - Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away. This way, this way. Call her once before you go, Call once yet. In a voice that she will know: "Margaret ! Margaret!" Children's voices should be dear (Call once more) to a mother's ear; Children's voices, wild with pain. Surely she will come again. Call her once, and come away; This way, this way ! "Mother dear, we cannot stay. The wild white horses foam and fret.
Side 285 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone : By each gun the lighted brand In a bold, determined hand; And the prince of all the land Led them on.
Side 167 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
Side 56 - And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariner's hollo ! In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine.
Side 28 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...