Thalatta: A Book for the Sea-sideSamuel Longfellow Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 - 206 oldal |
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19. oldal
... bends above our heads the flowering locust spray . Ha ! like a kind hand on my brow Comes this fresh breeze , Cooling its dull and feverish glow , While through my being seems to flow The breath of a new life - the healing of the seas ...
... bends above our heads the flowering locust spray . Ha ! like a kind hand on my brow Comes this fresh breeze , Cooling its dull and feverish glow , While through my being seems to flow The breath of a new life - the healing of the seas ...
21. oldal
... , thou dreamer ! In shadow lie ; wave and shore The night - wind warns me back once more To where my native hill - tops o'er Bends like an arch of fire the glowing sunset sky ! So then , beach , bluff , and wave , HAMPTON BEACH . 21.
... , thou dreamer ! In shadow lie ; wave and shore The night - wind warns me back once more To where my native hill - tops o'er Bends like an arch of fire the glowing sunset sky ! So then , beach , bluff , and wave , HAMPTON BEACH . 21.
25. oldal
... bends the human knee , A beautiful and tireless band , The priesthood of the sea . The sky is as a temple's arch , The blue and wavy air Is glorious with the spirit - march Of messengers at prayer . J. G. WHITTIER . HYMN TO THE SEA ...
... bends the human knee , A beautiful and tireless band , The priesthood of the sea . The sky is as a temple's arch , The blue and wavy air Is glorious with the spirit - march Of messengers at prayer . J. G. WHITTIER . HYMN TO THE SEA ...
75. oldal
... : There , with a light and easy motion , The fan - coral sweeps through the clear deep sea ; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea : And life , in rare and beautiful forms , Is 75.
... : There , with a light and easy motion , The fan - coral sweeps through the clear deep sea ; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea : And life , in rare and beautiful forms , Is 75.
76. oldal
... bending twigs of the coral grove . J. G. PERCIVAL . THE SONG OF THE SEA - SHELL . I CAME from the ocean , a billow past o'er me , And , covered with sea - weeds and glittering foam , I fell on the sands , and a stranger soon bore me ...
... bending twigs of the coral grove . J. G. PERCIVAL . THE SONG OF THE SEA - SHELL . I CAME from the ocean , a billow past o'er me , And , covered with sea - weeds and glittering foam , I fell on the sands , and a stranger soon bore me ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Annabel Lee Annie of Lochroyan Balder bark BARRY CORNWALL beach beat beauty bending beneath billows bird blue boat bosom breast breath breeze bright calm CHARLES KIngsley clouds coral Count Arnaldos cruel mother dark dashing deep dost doth dream drifting earth eternal evermore fair Annie float foam gale gentle gleam glow golden green gude hair hand hath hear heart heaven holy sea Inchcape Rock isles land lang lang light lonely Look Lord Gregory loud maiden mast merrily mighty moan moon morning mountain murmurs night Noroway o'er o'er the sea ocean R. H. DANA rest restless rise roar rolling round sail sand Scottish Border sea-birds sea-weed sea-wolf ship shore silent singing Sir Patrick Spens sleep soft song soul sound spray stars storm surge sweet swell Thalatta thee thine thou tide Till song unto voice waters waves weary wild wind wing
Népszerű szakaszok
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.
58. oldal - Our gude ship sails the morn!"— "Now, ever alack, my master dear, I fear a deadly storm! "I saw the new moon, late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm.
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...
175. oldal - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O 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 O for the touch of a...
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.
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...