Ocean lays; or, The sea, the ship, and the sailor, poems, chiefly selected by J. Longmuir, 113 tomas1864 |
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... scenes ; yet these Are but as all , -pride , power , hope , Then weakness , grief , disease . Oh , glory of the morning ! Oh , ye gifted , young , and brave ! What end have ye but midnight ? What find ye but the grave ? L. E. L. SUNSET ...
... scenes ; yet these Are but as all , -pride , power , hope , Then weakness , grief , disease . Oh , glory of the morning ! Oh , ye gifted , young , and brave ! What end have ye but midnight ? What find ye but the grave ? L. E. L. SUNSET ...
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... scene ; The sea - gull , with a wailing moan , Upstarting , turns to seek Its lonely dwelling - place upon The promontory's peak . The heaving sea , —the distant hill , — The waving sky , —the woods , With melancholy musing fill The ...
... scene ; The sea - gull , with a wailing moan , Upstarting , turns to seek Its lonely dwelling - place upon The promontory's peak . The heaving sea , —the distant hill , — The waving sky , —the woods , With melancholy musing fill The ...
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... the tide . Art thou not present , this calm scene before , Where all beside is pebbly length of shore , And far as eye can reach , it can discern no more ? C CRABBE . CHANGES OF THE SEA . MIGHTY Sea ! Cameleon - Crabbe.
... the tide . Art thou not present , this calm scene before , Where all beside is pebbly length of shore , And far as eye can reach , it can discern no more ? C CRABBE . CHANGES OF THE SEA . MIGHTY Sea ! Cameleon - Crabbe.
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... scene agree , And give a sadness to serenity . CRABBE . THE HORRORS OF A CALM . THE breezes blew , the white foam flew , The furrow followed free : We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea . Down dropped the breeze , the ...
... scene agree , And give a sadness to serenity . CRABBE . THE HORRORS OF A CALM . THE breezes blew , the white foam flew , The furrow followed free : We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea . Down dropped the breeze , the ...
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... scenes he still loves , ah , so dearly ! He sees his native fields , he sees Grey twilight gathering o'er his mountains , And hears the rustle of green trees , The bleat of flocks , and gush of fountains . How beautiful when , through ...
... scenes he still loves , ah , so dearly ! He sees his native fields , he sees Grey twilight gathering o'er his mountains , And hears the rustle of green trees , The bleat of flocks , and gush of fountains . How beautiful when , through ...
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
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
Populiarios ištraukos
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.