Sea Songs and BalladsBell and Daldy, 1863 - 328 páginas |
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... bear upon her , The signal , & c . All hands , then , lads , the ship to clear ; Load all your guns and mortars ; Silent as death th ' attack prepare , And , when you're all at quarters , The signal , & c . WHILE UP THE SHROUDS . HILE ...
... bear upon her , The signal , & c . All hands , then , lads , the ship to clear ; Load all your guns and mortars ; Silent as death th ' attack prepare , And , when you're all at quarters , The signal , & c . WHILE UP THE SHROUDS . HILE ...
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... bear , Now sinking in a hollow dell , Now quiv'ring in the air , Bold Jack , & c . When waves ' gainst rocks and quicksands roar , You ne'er hear him repine , Freezing on Greenland's icy shore , Or burning near the Line , Bold Jack ...
... bear , Now sinking in a hollow dell , Now quiv'ring in the air , Bold Jack , & c . When waves ' gainst rocks and quicksands roar , You ne'er hear him repine , Freezing on Greenland's icy shore , Or burning near the Line , Bold Jack ...
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... bears the storms of life , I'd sail the world throughout , Brave ev'ry toil for such a wife ; Then push the grog about . Thus to describe Poll , Peg , or Nan , Each his best manner tried , Till summon'd by the empty can , They to their ...
... bears the storms of life , I'd sail the world throughout , Brave ev'ry toil for such a wife ; Then push the grog about . Thus to describe Poll , Peg , or Nan , Each his best manner tried , Till summon'd by the empty can , They to their ...
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... bear a hand , turn to , While I , the foremost of the crew , Soon could pull away , Cast off , belay , Aloft , yo ho ! And hand , reef , and steer , Know each halliard and gear , And of duty every rig ; But my joy and 42 SEA SONGS ...
... bear a hand , turn to , While I , the foremost of the crew , Soon could pull away , Cast off , belay , Aloft , yo ho ! And hand , reef , and steer , Know each halliard and gear , And of duty every rig ; But my joy and 42 SEA SONGS ...
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... bear a hand , let's toast our sweethearts , And first I'll give you buxom Nan . She's none of those who are always gigging , And stem and stern made up of art ; One knows a vessel by her rigging , Such ever slight a constant heart ...
... bear a hand , let's toast our sweethearts , And first I'll give you buxom Nan . She's none of those who are always gigging , And stem and stern made up of art ; One knows a vessel by her rigging , Such ever slight a constant heart ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
aloft anchor Arethusa ashore BARRY CORNWALL battle Bay of Biscay Ben Bolt billows Billy Moore boatswain bold boys brave breeze Britannia British Britons call'd charms cheer crew cried d'ye damme dance danger dear death deck deep dreadful drink Dublin Bay duty e'er England eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fight foam Fortune's gale gallant girl glory grog guns hand hark Hearts of oak heave honest honour I've sounded Jack Jack's alive JOHN BRAHAM jolly king lads land landsmen life's lubbers messmates Nancy Naval Chronicle ne'er never night o'er ocean Poll poor RATLIN reef roar round sail sail'd sailor seamen ship shore sigh sing sleep smile song soon steady steer storm stormy winds sweet tars tear Temeraire tempest thee there's thou thunder true Twas vessel wave whistle WHITE SQUALL wife winds do blow
Passagens conhecidas
Página 285 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Página 181 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone : By each gun the lighted brand In a bold, determined hand ; And the prince of all the land Led them on.
Página 267 - 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.
Página 47 - Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, For death has broach'd him to. His form was of the manliest beauty, His heart was kind and soft; Faithful below he did his duty, And now he's gone aloft.
Página 218 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Página 281 - On beds of green sea-flower thy limbs shall be laid, Around thy white bones the red coral shall grow; Of thy fair yellow locks threads of amber be made, And every part suit to thy mansion below. Days, months, years, and ages shall circle away, And still the vast waters above thee shall roll ; Earth loses thy pattern for ever and aye — O, sailor boy ! sailor boy ! peace to thy soul ! 69.
Página 262 - TO ALL YOU LADIES NOW AT LAND. By the EARL OF DORSET, in 1665, written at sea during the first Dutch war, the night previous to an engagement, JJO all you ladies now at land, We men at sea indite; But first would have you understand How hard it is to write; The Muses now and Neptune too We must implore to write to you.
Página 182 - Ye are brothers ! ye are men ! And we conquer but to save : So peace instead of death let us bring ; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our king.
Página 187 - tis to glory we steer, To add something more to this wonderful year, To honour we call you, not press you like slaves, For who are so free as the sons of the waves?
Página 205 - And now I'm in the world alone, Upon the wide, wide sea : But why should I for others groan, When none will sigh for me ? Perchance my dog will whine in vain, Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again He'd tear me where he stands. " With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to, So not again to mine. Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves ! And when you fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves ! My native land— Good...