Ocean lays; or, The sea, the ship, and the sailor, poems, chiefly selected by J. Longmuir, 113 tomas1864 |
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... billows idly rest on Sidon's shore , And her bold pilots wound thy pride no more . Rome , Athens , -Carthage , -what are they ? Spoiled heritage , successive prey ; New nations force their onward way , And grasp disputed reign . Thou ...
... billows idly rest on Sidon's shore , And her bold pilots wound thy pride no more . Rome , Athens , -Carthage , -what are they ? Spoiled heritage , successive prey ; New nations force their onward way , And grasp disputed reign . Thou ...
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... billows far and near , And laid my hand upon thy mane as I do here . BYRON . OCEAN APOSTROPHISED . GREAT Ocean ! strongest of creation's sons , Unconquerable , unreposed , untired , That rolled the wild , profound , eternal bass , In ...
... billows far and near , And laid my hand upon thy mane as I do here . BYRON . OCEAN APOSTROPHISED . GREAT Ocean ! strongest of creation's sons , Unconquerable , unreposed , untired , That rolled the wild , profound , eternal bass , In ...
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... billows . Thou whose hands have scooped His boundless gulfs and built his shore , Thy breath , That moved in the beginning o'er his face , Moves o'er it evermore . The obedient waves To its strong motion roll and rise and fall . Still ...
... billows . Thou whose hands have scooped His boundless gulfs and built his shore , Thy breath , That moved in the beginning o'er his face , Moves o'er it evermore . The obedient waves To its strong motion roll and rise and fall . Still ...
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... billows plant the rifts With herb and tree ; sweet fountains gush ; sweet airs Ripple the living lakes , that , fringed with flowers , Are gathered in the hollows . Thou dost look On thy creation , and pronounce it good . Its valleys ...
... billows plant the rifts With herb and tree ; sweet fountains gush ; sweet airs Ripple the living lakes , that , fringed with flowers , Are gathered in the hollows . Thou dost look On thy creation , and pronounce it good . Its valleys ...
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... billows close- To - morrow knows not they were ever born . Others a short memorial leave behind , Like a flag floating , when the bark's ingulphed ; It floats a moment , and is seen no more . One Cæsar lives ; a thousand are forgot ...
... billows close- To - morrow knows not they were ever born . Others a short memorial leave behind , Like a flag floating , when the bark's ingulphed ; It floats a moment , and is seen no more . One Cæsar lives ; a thousand are forgot ...
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
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
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xxiii 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.
30 psl. - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea!
106 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.
177 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.
146 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!
116 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.
70 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.
117 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.
145 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.