The Sea's Anthology: From the Earliest Times Down to the Middle of the Nineteenth CenturyJohn Edward Patterson George H. Doran Company, 1913 - 383 sider |
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... morning's milky white , Noon's sapphire , or the saffron glow of éve ; And all thy balmier hours , fair Element , Have such divine complexion , crispèd smiles , Luxuriant heavings and sweet whisperings , That little is the wonder Love's ...
... morning's milky white , Noon's sapphire , or the saffron glow of éve ; And all thy balmier hours , fair Element , Have such divine complexion , crispèd smiles , Luxuriant heavings and sweet whisperings , That little is the wonder Love's ...
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... Morning and night , and night on morning rise ; Whilst still no land to greet the wanderer spread Its shadowy mountains on the sun - bright sea , Where the loud roaring of the tempest - waves So long have mingled with the gusty wind In ...
... Morning and night , and night on morning rise ; Whilst still no land to greet the wanderer spread Its shadowy mountains on the sun - bright sea , Where the loud roaring of the tempest - waves So long have mingled with the gusty wind In ...
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... morning dreams , which lovers hear ; Whose strains steal sweetly o'er the soul , But never reach the waking ear . As sunbeams through the tepid air , When clouds dissolve the dews unseen , Smile on the flowers that bloom more fair , And ...
... morning dreams , which lovers hear ; Whose strains steal sweetly o'er the soul , But never reach the waking ear . As sunbeams through the tepid air , When clouds dissolve the dews unseen , Smile on the flowers that bloom more fair , And ...
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... morning basks— Like friends , once parted , Grown single - hearted , They ply their watery tasks . At sunrise they leap From their cradles steep In the cave of the shelving hill ; At noontide they flow , Through the woods below And the ...
... morning basks— Like friends , once parted , Grown single - hearted , They ply their watery tasks . At sunrise they leap From their cradles steep In the cave of the shelving hill ; At noontide they flow , Through the woods below And the ...
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... . from midnight to four o'clock in the morning . Otherwise , the song is worthy of being preserved as the supposed journal of a bluejacket of those days . Next morn a storm came on at four : At 90 The Sea's Anthology.
... . from midnight to four o'clock in the morning . Otherwise , the song is worthy of being preserved as the supposed journal of a bluejacket of those days . Next morn a storm came on at four : At 90 The Sea's Anthology.
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The Sea's Anthology: From the Earliest Times Down to the Middle of the ... John Edward Patterson Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1913 |
The Sea's Anthology: From the Earliest Times Down to the Middle of the ... John Edward Patterson Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1913 |
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ANONYMOUS Anthony AUTOLYCUS Away-aye ballad Bay of Biscay beautiful beneath billows boat boatswain bonnie bound bowline boys brave breast breeze bright captain clouds coast Colonsay crew cried dear death deck deep doth England eyes fair Fair Annie fear foam gale gallant gold Greenland gude hand hath haul hear heard heart Hearts of Oak heaving hoodah Inchcape Rock Jack Jack Robinson lady Loch Royàn Lord Gregory loud Low Lands maid mariners mast mermaid ne'er Netherlands never night o'er ocean pray pretty Betty Ranzo roar rocks Rodmond Rolling home round sail sailor Sally Brown ship shore sing Sir Patrick Spens song sorts of traders soul storm stormy winds sung sweet Sweet Trinity swell thee There's theyr thine thou tide traders a seaman Twas vessel waters waves Whiskey wild winds do blow wreck
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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...