 The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like...  The Children's Garland from the Best Poets - 80 psl.redagavo - 1882 - 344 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 1866 - 234 psl.
...Gainstield lay down upon the deck in thorough despair. Cecilia had only Luke Jones to comfort her. " And ever the fitful Gusts between A sound came from...sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea sand : The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 686 psl.
...dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost the vessel swept Toward the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts...the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath heb bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck.... | |
 | 1840 - 818 psl.
...dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost the vessel swept, Toward the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts...trampling surf, On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. Tk« breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 144 psl.
...dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept Towards the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts...deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.... | |
 | 1842 - 498 psl.
...tower, and a Viking wilh nothing on earth to employ himself with in a dull country, fell onliis spear. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted...deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 570 psl.
...dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept Towards the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts...deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 500 psl.
...dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept Towards the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts...deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 462 psl.
...Lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from...deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 psl.
...a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept Towards the reef of Norman's Woe. T;iE TREASURES OF THE DEEP. 175 And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from...deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.... | |
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