Thalatta: A Book for the Sea-sideSamuel Longfellow Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 - 206 oldal |
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55. oldal
... lonely sea , O'er the wide waters laboring , far from home , For some bleak pittance e'er compelled to roam ; Few hearts to cheer him through his dangerous life , And none to aid him in the stormy strife ; Companion of the sea and ...
... lonely sea , O'er the wide waters laboring , far from home , For some bleak pittance e'er compelled to roam ; Few hearts to cheer him through his dangerous life , And none to aid him in the stormy strife ; Companion of the sea and ...
66. oldal
... lonely , the sea is dreary , The sea is restless and uneasy ; Thou seekest quiet , thou art weary , Wandering thou knowest not whither ; Our little isle is green and breezy , Come and rest thee ! O , come hither ! Come to this peaceful ...
... lonely , the sea is dreary , The sea is restless and uneasy ; Thou seekest quiet , thou art weary , Wandering thou knowest not whither ; Our little isle is green and breezy , Come and rest thee ! O , come hither ! Come to this peaceful ...
68. oldal
... loneliness of day , To see the still seals only Solemnly lift their faces grey , Making it yet more lonely ? Is it not better , than to hear Only the sliding of the wave Beneath the plank , and feel so near A cold and lonely grave , A ...
... loneliness of day , To see the still seals only Solemnly lift their faces grey , Making it yet more lonely ? Is it not better , than to hear Only the sliding of the wave Beneath the plank , and feel so near A cold and lonely grave , A ...
69. oldal
... lonely sea , Heareth the marinere Voices sad , from far and near , Ever singing full of fear , Ever singing drearfully . Here all is pleasant as a dream ; The wind scarce shaketh down the dew , The green grass floweth like a stream Into ...
... lonely sea , Heareth the marinere Voices sad , from far and near , Ever singing full of fear , Ever singing drearfully . Here all is pleasant as a dream ; The wind scarce shaketh down the dew , The green grass floweth like a stream Into ...
70. oldal
... lonely seas , - - Shaking of the guardian trees , - Piping of the salted breeze , - And day and night and day go by , To the endless tune of these . Or when winds and waters keep A hush more dead than any sleep , Still morns to stiller ...
... lonely seas , - - Shaking of the guardian trees , - Piping of the salted breeze , - And day and night and day go by , To the endless tune of these . Or when winds and waters keep A hush more dead than any sleep , Still morns to stiller ...
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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 cents CHARLES KINgsley cloud coral Count Arnaldos dark dash deep doth dream drifting earth eternal eternal Eye evermore fair 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 lonely look Lord Gregory maiden mast merrily mighty moan moon morning mountain murmuring Nereids night Noroway o'er o'er the sea ocean pale R. H. DANA rest restless rise roar rolling round sail sand sea-weed sea-wolf ship shore silent sink Sir Patrick Spens sleep soft song soul sound spray stars storm strange surge sweet swell 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.
72. oldal - I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown : I sit upon the sands alone, — The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion. in Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around...
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.
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.
146. oldal - Nor I alone ; — a thousand bosoms round Inhale thee in the fulness of delight ; And languid forms rise up, and pulses bound Livelier, at coming of the wind of night ; And, languishing to hear thy grateful sound, Lies the vast inland stretched beyond the sight. Go forth into the gathering shade ; go forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth...
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...
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 turned 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.
106. oldal - On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung, And over the waves its warning rung. When the Rock was hid by the surge's swell, The mariners heard the warning Bell ; And then they knew the perilous Rock, And blest the Abbot of Aberbrothok.