Surf and Wave: The Sea as Sung by the PoetsAnna Lydia Ward T.Y. Crowell & Company, 1883 - 618 sider |
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... hand begins to urge The waters wrathfully , They sweep in swiftly - rising surge Through my serenity . And yet to - morrow to the sand The little bird will come , To - morrow will be warm and bland O'er wreaths of perished foam , And ...
... hand begins to urge The waters wrathfully , They sweep in swiftly - rising surge Through my serenity . And yet to - morrow to the sand The little bird will come , To - morrow will be warm and bland O'er wreaths of perished foam , And ...
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... hand , my helmsman , bear : The wind is wondrous high . " Around the Cape now bear her up ; Look to the table - land ! A ghostly shroud is flapping there , Waved by no mortal hand . " Westward , westward , steering on , Nor never furled ...
... hand , my helmsman , bear : The wind is wondrous high . " Around the Cape now bear her up ; Look to the table - land ! A ghostly shroud is flapping there , Waved by no mortal hand . " Westward , westward , steering on , Nor never furled ...
Side 14
... hand in hand , Go singing , glad as glad can be : But nevermore shall love seek me By blowy sea or 14 UNLOVED AND ALONE .
... hand in hand , Go singing , glad as glad can be : But nevermore shall love seek me By blowy sea or 14 UNLOVED AND ALONE .
Side 20
... hand ; Blest be the maidens of Denmark now ! By them shall Denmark stand . He watched the rope through the tempest black , A lantern in his hold : Out , out , alack ! one strand will crack , And it is of shining gold . The third morn ...
... hand ; Blest be the maidens of Denmark now ! By them shall Denmark stand . He watched the rope through the tempest black , A lantern in his hold : Out , out , alack ! one strand will crack , And it is of shining gold . The third morn ...
Side 22
... hand as in friendly token , And watches my swift boat sailing on ; I answer her signal — no word is spoken : ' Tis but a moment , and she is gone . And when , from the far - off town returning , Dropping down with the ebbing tide ...
... hand as in friendly token , And watches my swift boat sailing on ; I answer her signal — no word is spoken : ' Tis but a moment , and she is gone . And when , from the far - off town returning , Dropping down with the ebbing tide ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ALICE CARY Annabel Lee beach beneath billows blow blue boat breast breath breeze bright calm CELIA THAXTER CHARLES KINGSLEY clouds cold crew cried dark dead dear deck deep dice they played dream evermore eyes face fair farewell fear foam gale gleam gold golden dice gray hair hand hath hear heard heart heaven heaving Inchcape Rock isle Jack Humphrey JEAN INGELOW JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY kiss land light lonely looked loud mariner mast moan moon morning murmur never night o'er ocean RICHARD HENRY STODDARD rise roar rock round sail sailor sand sea-bird sea-maiden seaweed shining ship shore sight silent sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile song soul sound spray stand star storm surge sweet swell tempest thee thou tide voice watch waters waves wild wind wings wreck