Thalatta: A Book for the Sea-sideSamuel Longfellow Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 - 206 pages |
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... swell . Come forth ! The sun hath flung on Thetis ' breast The glittering tresses of his golden hair ; All things are heavy with a noonday rest , And floating sea - birds leave the stirless air . Against the sky , in outlines clear and ...
... swell . Come forth ! The sun hath flung on Thetis ' breast The glittering tresses of his golden hair ; All things are heavy with a noonday rest , And floating sea - birds leave the stirless air . Against the sky , in outlines clear and ...
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... swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns , till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound . Often ' tis in such gentle temper found , That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be moved for days from where it sometime fell ...
... swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns , till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound . Often ' tis in such gentle temper found , That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be moved for days from where it sometime fell ...
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... swell , now sink , beneath the moon , O holy sea ! O Aphrodite's womb maternal ! bring forth thy child , And borrow splendor from thy son , O holy sea ! Sprinkle the earth's green wreath of spring with pearly dew , For thine the pearls ...
... swell , now sink , beneath the moon , O holy sea ! O Aphrodite's womb maternal ! bring forth thy child , And borrow splendor from thy son , O holy sea ! Sprinkle the earth's green wreath of spring with pearly dew , For thine the pearls ...
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... swelling breast upborne , Waftest the dismal burthen on , As trusting in the love that waits aloft , And the slow germ of good in man's unquiet heart . Ah ! meagre happiness ! and hopes that reach To 30 HYMN TO THE SEA .
... swelling breast upborne , Waftest the dismal burthen on , As trusting in the love that waits aloft , And the slow germ of good in man's unquiet heart . Ah ! meagre happiness ! and hopes that reach To 30 HYMN TO THE SEA .
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... swelling on , thou deep , Through many an olden clime , Thy billowy anthem , ne'er to sleep Until the close of time . Thou liftest up thy solemn voice To every wind and sky , And all our earth's green shores rejoice In that one harmony ...
... swelling on , thou deep , Through many an olden clime , Thy billowy anthem , ne'er to sleep Until the close of time . Thou liftest up thy solemn voice To every wind and sky , And all our earth's green shores rejoice In that one harmony ...
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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
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...