Poems, songs and ballads of the sea, compiled and arranged by C. Bruce, Выпуск 631Charles Bruce (writer of tales) 1874 |
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... the Mold , Methinks you proud English Do grow very bold ! But we came to an anchor , So near to the town That some of the churches We soon batter'd down . They hung out their flag of truce , For to Sea - Fight at Malago . 39.
... the Mold , Methinks you proud English Do grow very bold ! But we came to an anchor , So near to the town That some of the churches We soon batter'd down . They hung out their flag of truce , For to Sea - Fight at Malago . 39.
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... soon the laden vessel lay along beside the quay ; Men's eyes were wet with tears of joy that welcome sight to see , As to the sound of clashing bells , and shout , and cannon roar , The brave deliverers stood at length upon the echoing ...
... soon the laden vessel lay along beside the quay ; Men's eyes were wet with tears of joy that welcome sight to see , As to the sound of clashing bells , and shout , and cannon roar , The brave deliverers stood at length upon the echoing ...
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... soon be won . " Tournville on the main triumphant roll'd To meet the gallant Russell in combat o'er the deep ; He led his noble troops of heroes bold To sink the English admiral and his fleet , " Now every gallant mind to victory does ...
... soon be won . " Tournville on the main triumphant roll'd To meet the gallant Russell in combat o'er the deep ; He led his noble troops of heroes bold To sink the English admiral and his fleet , " Now every gallant mind to victory does ...
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... soon after his mate ; - Each officer fell , and a carnage was seen , That soon died the waves to a crimson from green : And Neptune rose up , and took off his wreath , And gave it a Triton to crown Captain Death . Thus fell the strong ...
... soon after his mate ; - Each officer fell , and a carnage was seen , That soon died the waves to a crimson from green : And Neptune rose up , and took off his wreath , And gave it a Triton to crown Captain Death . Thus fell the strong ...
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... soon did see ' Twas the valiant Salamander . Who can pretend for to withstand A creature bred by fire ? When man can live by sea or land , What fool would e'er come nigh her ? With hand - grenades and musket - shot , Their cannon ball ...
... soon did see ' Twas the valiant Salamander . Who can pretend for to withstand A creature bred by fire ? When man can live by sea or land , What fool would e'er come nigh her ? With hand - grenades and musket - shot , Their cannon ball ...
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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...