Songs for Sailors, Выпуск 462Henry S. King, 1872 - Всего страниц: 112 |
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... storm's in our island breath ; In our lives is its restless motion ; We must out , though to wreck or death . To our ears come the tempest's voices ; Our spirits those sea - tongues know ; Shore or wave ? with the gale our choice is ...
... storm's in our island breath ; In our lives is its restless motion ; We must out , though to wreck or death . To our ears come the tempest's voices ; Our spirits those sea - tongues know ; Shore or wave ? with the gale our choice is ...
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... storm , In chase , had their fighting line to form And , as each came up , to make it warm To all , and enough to maul them . ' Twas risky work , my lads , you'll own , Through breakers and rocks and shoals unknown , On a raging sea by ...
... storm , In chase , had their fighting line to form And , as each came up , to make it warm To all , and enough to maul them . ' Twas risky work , my lads , you'll own , Through breakers and rocks and shoals unknown , On a raging sea by ...
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... storm and gloom , Gun on gun we heard of danger boom ; While none could save them from their doom , With the storm on a lee shore blowing . Signals for help flashed fast their flame , But whether 14 SONGS FOR SAILORS .
... storm and gloom , Gun on gun we heard of danger boom ; While none could save them from their doom , With the storm on a lee shore blowing . Signals for help flashed fast their flame , But whether 14 SONGS FOR SAILORS .
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... storm , or wreck ? We can but circle round the earth , Wherever ship can sail , The ocean's stormy roar our mirth , Our joy the blustering gale . Though richer , softer yet we grow , Whatever we may be , We live the Norseman's life to ...
... storm , or wreck ? We can but circle round the earth , Wherever ship can sail , The ocean's stormy roar our mirth , Our joy the blustering gale . Though richer , softer yet we grow , Whatever we may be , We live the Norseman's life to ...
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... storm howl by , the salt breeze whistling play Its weird sea - tune amongst the shrouds , a thousand leagues away , A thousand leagues away , dear Kate , A thousand leagues away ; While South we go , blow high , blow low , A thousand ...
... storm howl by , the salt breeze whistling play Its weird sea - tune amongst the shrouds , a thousand leagues away , A thousand leagues away , dear Kate , A thousand leagues away ; While South we go , blow high , blow low , A thousand ...
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Стр. 49 - Till the proud peak unfurled the flag o'er Darwin's rocky dales, Till like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills of Wales, Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely height, Till streamed in crimson on the wind the Wrekin's crest of light, Till broad and fierce the star came forth on Ely's stately fane, And tower and hamlet rose in arms o'er all the boundless plain ; Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent, And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale...
Стр. 47 - And crushed and torn beneath his claws the princely hunters lay. Ho! strike the flagstaff deep, Sir Knight: ho! scatter flowers, fair maids: Ho! gunners, fire a loud salute: ho! gallants, draw your blades: Thou sun, shine on her joyously; ye breezes, waft her wide; Our glorious SEMPER EADEM, the banner of our pride.
Стр. 46 - The beacon blazed upon the roof of Edgecumbe's lofty hall ; Many a light fishing-bark put out to pry along the coast, And with loose rein and bloody spur rode inland many a post. With his white hair unbonneted, the stout old sheriff comes ; Behind him march the halberdiers ; before him sound the drums ; His yeomen, round the market-cross, make clear an ample space, For there behoves him to set up the standard of Her Grace.
Стр. 47 - For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly warflame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone: it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire , Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.
Стр. 47 - Right sharp and quick the bells all night rang out from Bristol town ; And ere the day three hundred horse had met on Clifton down...
Стр. 48 - And the broad streams of pikes and flags rushed down each roaring street ; And broader still became the blaze, and louder still the din, As fast from every village round the horse came spurring in : And eastward straight from wild Blackheath the warlike errand went, And roused in many an ancient hall the gallant squires of Kent.
Стр. 46 - It was about the lovely close of a warm summer day, There came a gallant merchant-ship full sail to Plymouth Bay ; Her crew hath seen Castile's black fleet, beyond Aurigny's isle, At earliest twilight, on the waves lie heaving many a mile. At sunrise she escaped their van, by God's especial grace ; And the tall Pinta, till the noon, had held her close in chase.
Стр. 46 - As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells. Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down. So stalked he when he turned to flight, on that famed Picard field, Bohemia's plume, and Genoa's bow, and Caesar's eagle shield.
Стр. 45 - ATTEND, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise ; I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days, When that great fleet invincible against her bore in vain The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of Spain.
Стр. 46 - With his white hair unbonneted, the stout old sheriff comes; Behind him march the halberdiers; before him sound the drums; His yeomen round the market cross make clear an ample space; For there behoves him to set up the standard of Her Grace. And haughtily the trumpets peal, and gaily dance the bells, As slow upon the labouring wind the royal blazon swells. Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down.