Ocean lays; or, The sea, the ship, and the sailor, poems, chiefly selected by J. Longmuir, 113 tomas1864 |
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... Dread Ocean ! burst upon me with thy shores ! Fling wide thy waters where the storms bear sway ! Thy bosom opens to a thousand prores : Yet fleets , with idle daring , breast thy spray , -- Ripple with arrow's track thy closing plain ...
... Dread Ocean ! burst upon me with thy shores ! Fling wide thy waters where the storms bear sway ! Thy bosom opens to a thousand prores : Yet fleets , with idle daring , breast thy spray , -- Ripple with arrow's track thy closing plain ...
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... dread , fathomless , alone . And I have loved thee , Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne , like thy bubbles , onward : —from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers - they to me Were a delight and if the ...
... dread , fathomless , alone . And I have loved thee , Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne , like thy bubbles , onward : —from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers - they to me Were a delight and if the ...
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... ! Still chiming on , thro ' death , and wo , and change , Unmoved though mighty empires fade and die : When war's dread course did thro ' the nations range , Unceasingly arose thy melody . B And thou art still the same , tho ' from.
... ! Still chiming on , thro ' death , and wo , and change , Unmoved though mighty empires fade and die : When war's dread course did thro ' the nations range , Unceasingly arose thy melody . B And thou art still the same , tho ' from.
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... of my rough domain , All my dread walks to Britons open lie . Those that refulgent , or with rosy morn Or yellow evening , flame ; those that , profuse Rev G Croly, Britain Associated with the Genius of the Deep, Thomson,
... of my rough domain , All my dread walks to Britons open lie . Those that refulgent , or with rosy morn Or yellow evening , flame ; those that , profuse Rev G Croly, Britain Associated with the Genius of the Deep, Thomson,
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... dread , profound , More awful than the tempest's sound . The diver steered for ORMUS ' bowers , And moored his skiff till calmer hours ; The sea - birds , with portentous screech , Flew fast to land ; -upon the beach The pilot oft had ...
... dread , profound , More awful than the tempest's sound . The diver steered for ORMUS ' bowers , And moored his skiff till calmer hours ; The sea - birds , with portentous screech , Flew fast to land ; -upon the beach The pilot oft had ...
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amid BAMBOROUGH CASTLE bark beam beauty beneath billows blast blue bosom brave breast breath breeze bright brow calm clouds coral crew dark dead death deck deep distant dread DUNNOTTAR CASTLE earth ELIZA COOK fcap fear floating foam gale gaze gleam glide gloom glorious glory glow grave hath hear heard heart heaven heaving HENRY KIRKE WHITE hope hour Inchcape Rock Ingulphed JOANNA BAILLIE JOHN BUNYAN light lone long watch LONGMUIR mariner MARINER'S mast mighty morning night o'er ocean pale peace prayer raging rest rise roar rock roll round sail sailor sand sea-bird seamen shine ship SHIPWRECKED shore shrouds sigh sinks skies sleep smile song soul sound spirit star Star of Bethlehem storm surge sweep sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou thunder tide trembling Twas vessel voice wandering watch waters waves saying weep White Ship 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.