Thalatta: A Book for the Sea-sideSamuel Longfellow Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 - 206 oldal |
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ix. oldal
... his gentle brother , — all shall cease : Like weary hinds that seek the desert springs , Our one sole feeling shall be peace - deep peace ! MRS . NORTON . THALATTA . THALATTA ! Thalatta ! I greet thee , PRELUDE . 3 Mrs Norton.
... his gentle brother , — all shall cease : Like weary hinds that seek the desert springs , Our one sole feeling shall be peace - deep peace ! MRS . NORTON . THALATTA . THALATTA ! Thalatta ! I greet thee , PRELUDE . 3 Mrs Norton.
20. oldal
... weary thoughts away . I draw a freer breath I seem Like all I see — Waves in the sun - the white - winged gleam Of sea - birds in the slanting beam- And far - off sails which flit before the south wind free . So when Time's veil shall ...
... weary thoughts away . I draw a freer breath I seem Like all I see — Waves in the sun - the white - winged gleam Of sea - birds in the slanting beam- And far - off sails which flit before the south wind free . So when Time's veil shall ...
27. oldal
... weary minutes all alone ; Then in the morning thou dost calmly lie Deep blue , ere yet the sun His day - work hath begun Under the opening windows of the golden sky . The spirit of the mountain looks on thee Over an hundred hills ...
... weary minutes all alone ; Then in the morning thou dost calmly lie Deep blue , ere yet the sun His day - work hath begun Under the opening windows of the golden sky . The spirit of the mountain looks on thee Over an hundred hills ...
30. oldal
... weary of life's shallow , lavish sound , Enrich me beyond hunger with that tone ! Tell in what deep , grey solitude Thy voice is born what caverns rude Still haunt it and if the Infinite ALONE Touch it himself with calm , and utterance ...
... weary of life's shallow , lavish sound , Enrich me beyond hunger with that tone ! Tell in what deep , grey solitude Thy voice is born what caverns rude Still haunt it and if the Infinite ALONE Touch it himself with calm , and utterance ...
32. oldal
... weary Anarch of a thousand years . And yet this many a spring the boughs are sheen With the almost forgotten bloom . Call , Sea , Still up ; Unto all faithful souls , Doubt not , Aspire to lead earth's struggling thought bring what from ...
... weary Anarch of a thousand years . And yet this many a spring the boughs are sheen With the almost forgotten bloom . Call , Sea , Still up ; Unto all faithful souls , Doubt not , Aspire to lead earth's struggling thought bring what from ...
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50 cents Annabel Lee bark BARRY CORNWALL beach beat beauty bending beneath billows bird blue boat bosom breast breath breeze bright calm CHARLES KINGSLEY clouds coral Count Arnaldos dark dash deep doth dream drifting earth eternal eternal Eye evermore eyes fair Annie float foam gale gentle gleam glorious glow golden green gude hair hand hath hear heart heaven holy sea Inchcape Rock isles land lang lang light listen lonely look Lord Gregory maiden mast mighty moan moon morning mountain murmuring Nereids night Noroway o'er o'er the sea ocean pale R. H. DANA rest restless rise roar rocks rolling round sail sand sea-weed sea-wolf ship shore silent sink Sir Patrick Sir Patrick Spens sleep soft song soul sound spray stars storm strange surge sweet swelling Thalatta thee thine thoughts tide Till song unto voice waters waves weary wild wind wing
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131. oldal - The world is too much with us : late and soon. Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not.
79. oldal - Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Burden, Ding-dong. Hark ! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
201. oldal - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
175. oldal - That he shouts with his sister at play ! 0 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But...
107. oldal - And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of Spring ; It made him whistle, it made him sing ; His heart was mirthful to excess, But the rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float ; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape rock, And I'll plague the abbot of Aberbrothok.
22. oldal - It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
80. oldal - Ne'er tell me of glories, serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night ; — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning.
205. oldal - As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail at dawn of day Are scarce long leagues apart descried ; When fell the night, upsprung the breeze, And all the darkling hours they plied, Nor dreamt but each the self-same seas By each was cleaving, side by side...
188. oldal - IT was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea...
49. oldal - But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee.