A Dauntless VikingRichard G. Badger, 1905 - 332 páginas |
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Página 210 - Three weeks we westward bore, And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to leeward; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which, to this very hour, Stands looking seaward.
Página 255 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Página 34 - While the brown ale he quaffed, Loud then the champion laughed, And as the wind-gusts waft The sea-foam brightly, So the loud laugh of scorn, Out of those lips unshorn, From the deep drinking-horn Blew the foam lightly. "She was a Prince's child, I but a Viking wild, And though she blushed and smiled, I was discarded ! Should not the dove so white" Follow the sea-mew's flight, Why did they leave that night Her nest unguarded?
Página 22 - ... the pebbled beach, The mosses are her flowers. She looks across the harbor-bar To see the white gulls fly ; His greeting from the Northern sea Is in their clanging cry. She hums a song, and dreams that he. As in its romance old, Shall homeward ride with silken sails And masts of beaten gold ! O rank is good, and gold is fair, And high and low mate ill ; But love has never known a law Beyond its own sweet will!
Página 327 - A shipwrecked sailor, buried on this coast, Bids you set sail. Full many a gallant bark, when we were lost, Weathered the gale.
Página 74 - Built in the old Colonial day, When men lived in a grander way, With ampler hospitality : A kind of old Hobgoblin Hall, Now somewhat fallen to decay, With weather-stains upon the wall, And stairways worn, and crazy doors, And creaking and uneven floors, And chimneys huge, and tiled, and tall.
Página 171 - Art thou not it which hath dried the sea, the waters of the great deep; that hath made the depths of the sea a way for the ransomed to pass over?
Página 43 - Yes, we love with fond devotion Norway's mountain domes, Rising, storm-lashed, o'er the ocean, With their thousand homes ; Love our country, while we're bending Thoughts to fathers grand, And to saga-night that's sending Dreams upon our land.
Página 304 - N., to my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth.
Página 144 - Than here to taste in tempest High-sprinkled, briny foam. Better the royal daughter Of Bele to embrace, Than here, in anxious labor, The tiller fast to hold." Whirling cold and fast, Snow-wreaths fill the sail; Over deck and mast Patters heavy hail. The very stem they see no more, So thick is darkness spread; As gloom and horror hover o'er The chamber of the dead. Still to sink the sailor dashes Implacable each angry wave; Gray, as if bestrewn with ashes, Yawns the endless, awful grave. " For us,...