Thalatta: A Book for the Sea-sideSamuel Longfellow Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 - 206 oldal |
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3. oldal
... restless , ever - fluttering wings , - And hope , 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 ...
... restless , ever - fluttering wings , - And hope , 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 ...
35. oldal
... restless billows . Thou , whose hands have scooped His boundless gulfs and built his shore , thy breath That moved in the beginning o'er his face Moves o'er it evermore . The obedient waves To its strong motion roll , and rise and fall ...
... restless billows . Thou , whose hands have scooped His boundless gulfs and built his shore , thy breath That moved in the beginning o'er his face Moves o'er it evermore . The obedient waves To its strong motion roll , and rise and fall ...
36. oldal
... restless surges eat away the shores Of earth's old continents ; the fertile plain Welters in shallows , headlands crumble down , And the tide drifts the sea - sand in the streets Of the drowned city . Thou , meanwhile , afar In the ...
... restless surges eat away the shores Of earth's old continents ; the fertile plain Welters in shallows , headlands crumble down , And the tide drifts the sea - sand in the streets Of the drowned city . Thou , meanwhile , afar In the ...
38. oldal
... restless tide ; Flung shoreward now , to be re - gather'd soon With kingly pauses of reluctant pride And semblance of return : -Anon from home He issues forth anew , high - ridged and free- The gentlest murmur of his seething foam ...
... restless tide ; Flung shoreward now , to be re - gather'd soon With kingly pauses of reluctant pride And semblance of return : -Anon from home He issues forth anew , high - ridged and free- The gentlest murmur of his seething foam ...
43. oldal
... the sand , and haunt'st the surge , Restless and sad ; as if in strange accord With the motion and the roar Of waves that drive to shore , One spirit did ye urge - - The Mystery - The Word . IV . Of thousands , thou , both sepulchre and 43.
... the sand , and haunt'st the surge , Restless and sad ; as if in strange accord With the motion and the roar Of waves that drive to shore , One spirit did ye urge - - The Mystery - The Word . IV . Of thousands , thou , both sepulchre and 43.
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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-birds sea-weed sea-wolf ship shore silent singing sink Sir Patrick Spens sleep soft song soul sound spray stars storm strange surge sweet swell Thalatta thee thine thoughts tide 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.