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bark beam bear beauty beneath billows blast blue brave break breast breath breeze bright calm clouds course danger dark dead death deck deep distant dread earth fair faith fear floating foam friends gale gaze glory glow grave hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour keep land leave light living lone look mariner mast meet mighty morning never night o'er ocean pale passed peace prayer raging rest rise roar rock roll rose round sail sailor saying scene seemed ship shore side sinks sleep smile soul sound spirit stand star storm strong surge sweep sweet swell tears tell tempest thee things thou thought tide turns vessel voice wandering watch waters waves wide wild winds wings wreck
1 psl. - Dark-heaving ; boundless, endless, and sublime The image of Eternity the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
108 psl. - Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem.
179 psl. - 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.
148 psl. - How beautiful she is] How fair She lies within those arms, that press Her form with many a soft caress Of tenderness and watchful care!
118 psl. - Down sunk the bell with a gurgling sound, The bubbles rose and burst around ; Quoth Sir Ralph, "The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
ii psl. - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane as I do here.
72 psl. - As we pac'd along Upon tHe giddy footing of the hatches, Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board, Into the tumbling billows of the main.
119 psl. - On the deck the Rover takes his stand; So dark it is, they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, "It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising Moon.
147 psl. - The ocean old, Centuries old, Strong as youth, and as uncontrolled, Paces restless to and fro, Up and down the sands of gold. His beating heart is not at rest; And far and wide, With ceaseless flow, His beard of snow Heaves with the heaving of his breast.