 I love, oh, how I love to ride On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide, When every mad wave drowns the moon, Or whistles aloft his tempest tune. And tells how goeth the world below, And why the southwest blasts do blow ! I never was on the dull, tame shore,...  The universal readers. Standard iii - Page 102by Marshall John and co - 1876Full view - About this book
 | 1831 - 502 pages
...whistles aloft his tempest-tune ; And tells how goeth the world below, And why the sou'- west blast doth blow. I never was on the dull tame shore, But I loved the great lea more and more, And backwards flew to her billowy breast, Like a bird that geeketh its mother's... | |
 | 1831 - 444 pages
...the world líelo»-, And why the sou-west blasts do blow. I never was on the dull, tame shore, lïut I loved the great sea more and more ; And backwards flew to her billowy ЬтЫ, Like a bird that seekelh its mother's пеъ1; And a mother she was and is to me, For I was... | |
 | 1831 - 496 pages
...tells how goeth the world below, And why the sou'-west blast doth blow. I never was on the dull tatne shore, But I loved the great sea more and more* And backwards Hew to her billowy breast, Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest ; And a mother she was, and is,... | |
 | Bryan Waller Procter - 1832 - 270 pages
...moon, Or whistles aloft his tempest tune, And tells how goeth the world below, And why the Sou'-west blasts do blow. I never was on the dull tame shore, But I lov'd the great sea more and more, And backwards flew to her billowy breast, Like a bird that seeketh... | |
 | Frances Maclellan - 1836 - 352 pages
...sea, I am where I would ever he, With the blue above and the blue below, And silence wheresoe'er I go. I never was on the dull tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more. BARHY CORNWALL. INTRODUCTORY LETTER. Ancona. LIFE, dearest Minna, is a strange theatre, and we ourselves... | |
 | Priscilla Maden Watts - 1839 - 286 pages
...moon, Or whistles aloft his tempest tune, And tells how goeth the world below, And why the sou' -west blasts do blow. I never was on the dull tame shore, But 1 loved the green sea more and more ; And backwards flew to her billowy breast, Like a bird that seeketh... | |
 | Barry Cornwall - 1844 - 654 pages
...fierce foaming bursting tide, When every mad wave drowns the moon, Or whistles aloft his tempest tune, And tells how goeth the world below, And why the south-west blasts do blow. B I never was on the dull tame shore, But I lov'd the great Sea more and more, And backwards flew to... | |
 | 1844 - 276 pages
...blow, And how on the Horrors the storm doth blow. I never was on the Sober shore, But I loved the Drunk Sea more and more, And backwards flew to her billowy breast, Like ii bird that seeketh its mother's nest. And a mother she was, and is to me, For I was born, was born... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pages
...moon, Or whistles aloft his tempest tune. And tells how goeth the world below, And why the sou'west blasts do blow. I never was on the dull tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more, And backward flew to her billowy breast, Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest; And a mother she was... | |
 | Barry Cornwall - 1846 - 312 pages
...fierce foaming bursting tide, When every mad wave drowns the moon, Or whistles aloft his tempest tune, And tells how goeth the world below, And why the south-west...do blow. I never was on the dull tame shore, But I lov'd the great Sea more and more, And backwards flew to her billowy breast, Like a bird that seeketh... | |
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