English Songs: And Other Small PoemsTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1851 - 387 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página xxix - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Página xxix - And a mother she was, and is, to me ; For I was born on the open sea ! The waves were white, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born ; And the whale it whistled, the porpoise rolled...
Página xxix - I'm on the Sea! I'm on the Sea! I am where I would ever be; With the blue above, and the blue below, And silence wheresoe'er I go; If a storm should come and awake the deep, What matter?
Página 31 - A THOUSAND miles from land are we, Tossing about on the roaring sea ; From billow to bounding billow cast, Like fleecy snow on the stormy blast : The sails are scattered abroad, like weeds, The strong masts shake, like quivering reeds, The mighty cables, and iron chains, The hull, which all earthly strength disdains, They strain and they crack, and hearts like stone Their natural hard, proud strength disown. Up and down ! Up and down ! From the base...
Página xxix - And backward flew to her billowy breast Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest ; And a mother she was, and is, to me, For I was born on the open sea.
Página 19 - ... Ah ! who is this maid of thine ? The GRAPE, boys, the GRAPE! O, never let her escape Until she be turned to Wine ! For better is she, Than vine can be, And very very good company ! Dream ! — who dreams Of the God that governs a thousand streams ? Ah, who is this Spirit fine? 'Tis WINE, boys, 'tis WINE! God Bacchus, a friend of mine. O better is he Than grape or tree, And the best of all good company.
Página 21 - On thee he leaves; Some lines of care round both Perhaps he weaves; Some fears, — a soft regret For...
Página 143 - I have read of a bird, which hath a face like, and yet will prey upon, a man : who coming to the water to drink, and finding there by reflection, that he had killed one like himself, pineth away by degrees, and never afterwards enjoyeth itself, f Such is in some sort the condition of Sir Edward.
Página 52 - WE are born ; we laugh ; we weep ; We love ; we droop ; we die ! Ah ! wherefore do we laugh or weep ? Why do we live, or die ? Who knows that secret deep ? Alas, not I...
Página 19 - SING ! — Who sings To her who weareth a hundred rings ? Ah, who is this lady fine ? The VINE, boys, the VINE ! The mother of mighty Wine. A roamer is she O'er wall and tree, And sometimes very good company.