Poems, songs and ballads of the sea, compiled and arranged by C. Bruce, Выпуск 631Charles Bruce (writer of tales) 1874 |
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... mountain's brow , Three fishers went sailing away to the West , Thursday in the morn , the nineteenth of May , Tintagel bells ring o'er the tide , Toll for the brave ! ' Twas in the good ship Rover , Upon the shattered walls and roofs ...
... mountain's brow , Three fishers went sailing away to the West , Thursday in the morn , the nineteenth of May , Tintagel bells ring o'er the tide , Toll for the brave ! ' Twas in the good ship Rover , Upon the shattered walls and roofs ...
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... mountain - chains , And beyond them meres and plains ; To the westward all is sea . " So far I live to the northward , From the harbour of Skeringes - hale , If you only sailed by day , With a fair wind all the way , More than a month ...
... mountain - chains , And beyond them meres and plains ; To the westward all is sea . " So far I live to the northward , From the harbour of Skeringes - hale , If you only sailed by day , With a fair wind all the way , More than a month ...
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... hundred years ago . And , while he took command beneath The banner of his lord , A mighty purpose grasped his soul , As he had grasped the sword . He saw the mountain's far blue height , Whence golden ΙΟ Sea Songs and Ballads .
... hundred years ago . And , while he took command beneath The banner of his lord , A mighty purpose grasped his soul , As he had grasped the sword . He saw the mountain's far blue height , Whence golden ΙΟ Sea Songs and Ballads .
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Charles Bruce (writer of tales). He saw the mountain's far blue height , Whence golden waters flow ; Then with his men he scaled the crags Three hundred years ago . He led them up through tangled brakes , The rivulet's smiling bed , And ...
Charles Bruce (writer of tales). He saw the mountain's far blue height , Whence golden waters flow ; Then with his men he scaled the crags Three hundred years ago . He led them up through tangled brakes , The rivulet's smiling bed , And ...
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... mountain waves ! Whence have ye leaped and sprung to - day ? Have ye passed o'er their sleeping graves That ye rush wildly on your way ? Will ye sweep on and bear me too Down to the caves within the deep ? Oh , bring some token to my ...
... mountain waves ! Whence have ye leaped and sprung to - day ? Have ye passed o'er their sleeping graves That ye rush wildly on your way ? Will ye sweep on and bear me too Down to the caves within the deep ? Oh , bring some token to my ...
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amain Avès bark beneath billows boat bold bore boys brave breast breath breeze bright brow captain cheek cheer cloud crew cried dark Davy Jones dead death deck deep dinner plain dread EBENEZER ELLIOT England eyes fair fear flag floating foam gale gallant gaze gleam grave grim guns hand hath hear heard heart heaven Inchcape Rock land lass laugh'd light lone look'd looked Lord loud maiden martyr band MARY HOWITT mast merrie morn ne'er never o'er ocean pale pennon pilot lost pirate roar rock rose round sail sailor Salamander sea-bird Shannon ship shore shrouds Sir Richard Fanshawe sleep smiled soul Spanish main stars stood storm storm rave stormy winds sudden fear T. B. ALDRICH tears tell tempest thee thou thunder tide Twas vessel voice watch waves weary winds do blow wreck
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 307 - 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.
Стр. 324 - 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.
Стр. 322 - 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.
Стр. 315 - 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 310 - 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.
Стр. 311 - 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.
Стр. 322 - 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!
Стр. 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...