Poems, songs and ballads of the sea, compiled and arranged by C. Bruce, Edição 631Charles Bruce (writer of tales) 1874 |
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... Morn on the waters - and purple and bright , " My child ! my child ! come down to rest ! My way is on the bright blue sea , PAGE • 326 • 247 • 299 • 328 • 223 • 293 · 190 · 356 373 269 203 150 · 342 74 • 140 31 · 319 241 296 309 No stir ...
... Morn on the waters - and purple and bright , " My child ! my child ! come down to rest ! My way is on the bright blue sea , PAGE • 326 • 247 • 299 • 328 • 223 • 293 · 190 · 356 373 269 203 150 · 342 74 • 140 31 · 319 241 296 309 No stir ...
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... morn , the nineteenth of May , Tintagel bells ring o'er the tide , · To England's fame another ray , Toll for the brave ! ' Twas in the good ship Rover , Upon the shattered walls and roofs of Londonderry town , Voice of the mighty deep ...
... morn , the nineteenth of May , Tintagel bells ring o'er the tide , · To England's fame another ray , Toll for the brave ! ' Twas in the good ship Rover , Upon the shattered walls and roofs of Londonderry town , Voice of the mighty deep ...
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... morning dawns ; unto their eyes the light hath lost its cheer , Nor distant sail , nor drifting spar , within their ken appear . Embayed in ice the coffin - like boat sleeps on the wave- less tide , Where rays of deathly cold , cold ...
... morning dawns ; unto their eyes the light hath lost its cheer , Nor distant sail , nor drifting spar , within their ken appear . Embayed in ice the coffin - like boat sleeps on the wave- less tide , Where rays of deathly cold , cold ...
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... morning slowly reddened The cloudlets in the east , The battle had not ended , The thunders had not ceased . O ! few were English sailors , The guardians of her fame , And faint with weary combat , With wounds from shot and flame ...
... morning slowly reddened The cloudlets in the east , The battle had not ended , The thunders had not ceased . O ! few were English sailors , The guardians of her fame , And faint with weary combat , With wounds from shot and flame ...
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... morning's sun go down , God willing , thou shalt see A good blow struck for Jesu Christ , For England , and for thee ! " But go , thou little page , unto My Lady's cabin door , And bear to her my wish that she Come not that threshold o ...
... morning's sun go down , God willing , thou shalt see A good blow struck for Jesu Christ , For England , and for thee ! " But go , thou little page , unto My Lady's cabin door , And bear to her my wish that she Come not that threshold o ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
amain Avès bark beneath billows boat bold bore boys brave breast breath breeze bright captain cheek cheer cloud crew cried dark Davy Jones dead death deck deep dread ELIZA COOK England eyes fair fear flag flag of Spain floating foam gale gallant gaze gleam grave grim guns hand hath hear heard heart heaven HUMPHREY GILBERT Inchcape Rock king land laugh'd light lone look'd looked Lord maiden MARY HOWITT mast merrie morn ne'er never night at sea o'er ocean pale pennon pilot lost pirate roar rock round sail sailors sea-bird ship shore shrouds Sir John Franklin sleep smiled soul Spaniards Spanish main star stood storm storm rave stormy winds T. B. ALDRICH tears tell tempest thee thou thunder tide Tis a wild Twas vessel watch waves wild night winds do blow wreck
Passagens conhecidas
Página 317 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Página 305 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon -' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Página 322 - Pilot's boat. Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I moved my lips — the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes And prayed where he did sit.
Página 320 - The pilot and the pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast : Dear Lord in heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice : It is the hermit good ! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. * He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Página 313 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Página 120 - Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Página 308 - And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Página 310 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
Página 320 - On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; 441 This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!
Página 83 - By the festal cities' blaze, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light ; And yet amidst that joy and uproar Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore...