Thalatta: A Book for the Sea-sideSamuel Longfellow Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 - 206 páginas |
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... DEATH THE ECHO SPIRIT CALM THE EXILE From Schiller 2 Anonymous Coleridge A. Tennyson T. L. Beddoes G. W. Curtis Shelley Elizabeth Whittier Anonymous • W. Allingham Hood THE TWO OCEANS BERTHA EBB AND FLOW ' ASK ME NO MORE ANNABEL LEE ...
... DEATH THE ECHO SPIRIT CALM THE EXILE From Schiller 2 Anonymous Coleridge A. Tennyson T. L. Beddoes G. W. Curtis Shelley Elizabeth Whittier Anonymous • W. Allingham Hood THE TWO OCEANS BERTHA EBB AND FLOW ' ASK ME NO MORE ANNABEL LEE ...
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... death ! ' But my soul fulfilled her mission , And lo ! I breathe untroubled breath ! Fashion's pining sons and daughters Who seek the crowd they seem to fly , Trembling they approach thy waters ; And what cares Nature , if they die ? Me ...
... death ! ' But my soul fulfilled her mission , And lo ! I breathe untroubled breath ! Fashion's pining sons and daughters Who seek the crowd they seem to fly , Trembling they approach thy waters ; And what cares Nature , if they die ? Me ...
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... and the snow ! Christ save us all from a death like this , On the reef of Norman's Woe ! H. W. LONGFELLOW . THE FUGITIVES . I. THE waters are flashing , The 50 THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS . From Freiligrath T Brooks H W Longfellow.
... and the snow ! Christ save us all from a death like this , On the reef of Norman's Woe ! H. W. LONGFELLOW . THE FUGITIVES . I. THE waters are flashing , The 50 THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS . From Freiligrath T Brooks H W Longfellow.
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... death Mixed with hail , specked their path O'er the sea . And from isle , tower , and rock , The blue beacon - cloud broke , Though dumb in the blast , The red cannon flashed fast From the lee . III . ' And fear'st thou , and fear'st ...
... death Mixed with hail , specked their path O'er the sea . And from isle , tower , and rock , The blue beacon - cloud broke , Though dumb in the blast , The red cannon flashed fast From the lee . III . ' And fear'st thou , and fear'st ...
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... death - boding spirit , Stands the grey tyrant father , To his voice the mad weather Seems tame ; And with curses as wild As e'er clung to child , He devotes to the blast The best , loveliest , and last Of his name ! SHELLEY . SONG ...
... death - boding spirit , Stands the grey tyrant father , To his voice the mad weather Seems tame ; And with curses as wild As e'er clung to child , He devotes to the blast The best , loveliest , and last Of his name ! SHELLEY . SONG ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Annabel Lee Annie of Lochroyan bark BARRY CORNWALL beach beat beauty bending beneath billows bird blue bosom breast breath breeze bright calm CHARLES KINGSLEY cloud 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 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 ship shore silent sink Sir Patrick Sir Patrick Spens sleep soft song soul sound spirit 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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Página 131 - 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.
Página 79 - 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.
Página 201 - 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.
Página 58 - 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.
Página 188 - 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...
Página 175 - 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...
Página 22 - 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.
Página 146 - 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...
Página 80 - 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.
Página 205 - 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...