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... and tempestuous ocean , Ragged rock , brine - swept , and lonely , Grasp of the long bitter winter , These things to gladden me only ! CELIA THAXTER . DECEMBER . 17 DECEMBER . WHITE are the fields , 16 POETIC READER .
... and tempestuous ocean , Ragged rock , brine - swept , and lonely , Grasp of the long bitter winter , These things to gladden me only ! CELIA THAXTER . DECEMBER . 17 DECEMBER . WHITE are the fields , 16 POETIC READER .
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... rocks convulsively , and fast Labours our ship , caught under press of sail , And menaces to break her solid mast . The pilot , when he sees the storm prevail , Springs forward , shouting loud , with looks aghast , " Slacken the ropes ...
... rocks convulsively , and fast Labours our ship , caught under press of sail , And menaces to break her solid mast . The pilot , when he sees the storm prevail , Springs forward , shouting loud , with looks aghast , " Slacken the ropes ...
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... rock , He bursts on the already troubled sea , Spreads over the midnight gloom a shade more black ; The billows from the northern blast that flee , Assaults with irresistible attack , Whirls them in boiling eddies from their course ...
... rock , He bursts on the already troubled sea , Spreads over the midnight gloom a shade more black ; The billows from the northern blast that flee , Assaults with irresistible attack , Whirls them in boiling eddies from their course ...
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... rock , Flinging white foam to heaven from every shock . EREILLA Y. Zunga . THE REVEILLE . HARK ! I hear the tramp of thousands , And of armed men the hum ; Lo ! a nation's hosts have gathered Round the quick alarming drum , Saying ...
... rock , Flinging white foam to heaven from every shock . EREILLA Y. Zunga . THE REVEILLE . HARK ! I hear the tramp of thousands , And of armed men the hum ; Lo ! a nation's hosts have gathered Round the quick alarming drum , Saying ...
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... rocks that fence the Clyde , Saw thy daring Norsemen , Haco , Ramping o'er the Scottish tide ! But scaith befell thee , Haco , Haco ! Thou wert faithful , thou wert brave , But not truth might shield thee , Haco , From a false and ...
... rocks that fence the Clyde , Saw thy daring Norsemen , Haco , Ramping o'er the Scottish tide ! But scaith befell thee , Haco , Haco ! Thou wert faithful , thou wert brave , But not truth might shield thee , Haco , From a false and ...
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
A. C. SWINBURNE Alcinous ALICE CARY BAYARD TAYLOR beauty bells beneath Bill birds blow brave breath bright boy CELIA THAXTER cloud crimson Croak dance dark dark waves dead death deep dream drum E. C. STEDMAN earth eyes face fair flowers Gettysburg gleaming glee glide gold golden GRANDPÈRE grass green grow Haco hand Hark HAZEL DELL hear heart heaven HENRY GRINNELL hill Hurrah king knew labour LAING PURVES land light little Wren look maidens merry mighty morning Nausicaa nest night o'er peace PILGRIM FATHERS Poems purple roar ROBERT LEIGHTON rock Rookery round rush sail shining ship shore shout sing smile song soul sound Spring storm stream summer summers rolled sunshine sweet thee thou thrush thunder tossed tree Twas voices waves are free weary whispering wide waves wild WILLIAM Ross WALLACE wind Winter woods yellow young
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33 psl. - Thus they answered, hoping, fearing, Some in faith, and doubting some, Till a trumpet-voice proclaiming, Said, " My chosen people, come ! " Then the drum, Lo ! was dumb, For the great heart of the nation, throbbing, answered, " Lord, we come !