Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland, Switzerland, Greece, Russia, Asia, 3 America 5, Bind 31 |
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... WATER - SPOUT SIR HUMPHREY GILBERT KANE . REEFING TOPSAILS THE SHIPWRECK THE SOUTHERN CROSS Lord Byron 245 WV . Falconer 246 H. W. Longfellow 247 F. J. O'Brien 249 A. Domett . 253 66 254 C. W. Stoddard $ 59 vi CONTENTS .
... WATER - SPOUT SIR HUMPHREY GILBERT KANE . REEFING TOPSAILS THE SHIPWRECK THE SOUTHERN CROSS Lord Byron 245 WV . Falconer 246 H. W. Longfellow 247 F. J. O'Brien 249 A. Domett . 253 66 254 C. W. Stoddard $ 59 vi CONTENTS .
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... waters fair Bathed her white breast , and wrung her dripping hair . Beautiful land ! upon so pure a plain Shall Superstition hold her hated reign ? Must Bigotry build up her cheerless shrine In such an air , on such an earth as thine ...
... waters fair Bathed her white breast , and wrung her dripping hair . Beautiful land ! upon so pure a plain Shall Superstition hold her hated reign ? Must Bigotry build up her cheerless shrine In such an air , on such an earth as thine ...
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... water on his lip and brow ? No dark - eyed maid to bring with soundless foot The lulling potion or the healing root ? No tender look to meet his wandering gaze ? No tone of fondness , heard in happier days , To soothe the terrors of the ...
... water on his lip and brow ? No dark - eyed maid to bring with soundless foot The lulling potion or the healing root ? No tender look to meet his wandering gaze ? No tone of fondness , heard in happier days , To soothe the terrors of the ...
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... waters of the bounding main The Book of Life must win its way again , And , in the regions by thy fate endeared , The cross be lifted , and the altar reared . - With furrowed brow and cheek serenely fair , The calm wind wandering o'er ...
... waters of the bounding main The Book of Life must win its way again , And , in the regions by thy fate endeared , The cross be lifted , and the altar reared . - With furrowed brow and cheek serenely fair , The calm wind wandering o'er ...
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... waters blue , Around the blessed islands of Arroo , And life , in all its myriad mouldings , plays , Amid the beauty of the tropic blaze , Where summer watches with undying eye , And equal day and night divide the sky , - Where the ...
... waters blue , Around the blessed islands of Arroo , And life , in all its myriad mouldings , plays , Amid the beauty of the tropic blaze , Where summer watches with undying eye , And equal day and night divide the sky , - Where the ...
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Alfred Domett Alfred Tennyson amid beauty behold beneath billows bird bloom blue bowers breast breath breeze bright brow Bryan Waller Procter calm clouds coral D'ENTRECASTEAUX CHANNEL dark dead death deck deep dread dreams dreary earth Epes Sargent eyes fair fierce fire fleet floating flowers foam gale gaze gleam gloom glow golden green groves hand hath heard heart heaven Henry Kendall island isle land Letitia Elizabeth Landon light living lonely look Luis de Camoens mariner mast mighty mist moon murmur never night o'er ocean pale Philip Gilbert Hamerton purple reef rest roar rocks roll round sails shadow shining ship shore silent sing skies sleep smiles snow song soul sound spirit stars storm strange stream surges sweet swell tempest thee Thomas Kibble Hervey thou thunder tide toil trees voice waters waves wild William Cullen Bryant William Lisle Bowles wind wings
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Side 213 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
Side 226 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Side 209 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Side 222 - This hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve — He hath a cushion plump. It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. The skiff- boat neared: I heard them talk, "Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
Side 222 - Strange, by my faith!" the Hermit said — "And they answered not our cheer! The planks looked warped! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were "Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
Side 213 - The self-same moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea. PART V Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole ! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.
Side 166 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows...
Side 219 - All fixed on me their stony eyes, That in the Moon did glitter. The pang, the curse, with which they died, Had never passed away: I could not draw my eyes from theirs, Nor turn them up to pray.
Side 107 - Society, friendship, and love, Divinely bestowed upon man, Oh, had I the wings of a dove, How soon would I taste you again ! My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age, And be cheered by the sallies of youth. Religion ! what treasure untold Resides in that heavenly word ! More precious than silver and gold, Or all that this earth can afford.
Side 165 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea: I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...