Thalatta: A Book for the Sea-sideSamuel Longfellow Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 - 206 páginas |
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Página 45
... father's knee- From the lattice shining— Drive him out to sea ! - Let broad leagues dissever Him from yonder foam ; O God ! to think man ever Comes too near his Home ! THOMAS HOOD .. THE OCEAN'S MOAN . πᾶσαν δ ̓ ἐπλησας φωνας ἄλα . THE ...
... father's knee- From the lattice shining— Drive him out to sea ! - Let broad leagues dissever Him from yonder foam ; O God ! to think man ever Comes too near his Home ! THOMAS HOOD .. THE OCEAN'S MOAN . πᾶσαν δ ̓ ἐπλησας φωνας ἄλα . THE ...
Página 48
... father ! I hear the church - bells ring O say , what may it be ? ' " ' Tis a fog - bell on a rock - bound coast ! ' And he steered for the open sea . ' O father ! I hear the sound of guns 48 THE WRECK OF THE HESPErus .
... father ! I hear the church - bells ring O say , what may it be ? ' " ' Tis a fog - bell on a rock - bound coast ! ' And he steered for the open sea . ' O father ! I hear the sound of guns 48 THE WRECK OF THE HESPErus .
Página 49
... father ! I see a gleaming light , O say , what may it be ? ' But the father answered never a word , A frozen corpse was he . Lashed to the helm , all stiff and stark , With his face to the skies , The lantern gleamed through the ...
... father ! I see a gleaming light , O say , what may it be ? ' But the father answered never a word , A frozen corpse was he . Lashed to the helm , all stiff and stark , With his face to the skies , The lantern gleamed through the ...
Página 53
... 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 . ' O MARY , go and call the cattle home , And call ...
... 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 . ' O MARY , go and call the cattle home , And call ...
Página 78
... . [ dispersedly . The watch - dogs bark . [ dispersedly . Bowgh , wowgh . Hark , hark ! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry , Cock - a - doodle - doo . II . Full fathom five thy father lies , Of 78 ARIEL'S SONGS .
... . [ dispersedly . The watch - dogs bark . [ dispersedly . Bowgh , wowgh . Hark , hark ! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry , Cock - a - doodle - doo . II . Full fathom five thy father lies , Of 78 ARIEL'S SONGS .
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
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...