Thalatta: A Book for the Sea-sideSamuel Longfellow Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 - 206页 |
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... gentle feet , like Eastern slaves . And we will take some volume of our choice , Full of a quiet poetry of thought , And thou shalt read me , with thy plaintive voice , Lines which some gifted mind hath sweetly wrought ; And I will ...
... gentle feet , like Eastern slaves . And we will take some volume of our choice , Full of a quiet poetry of thought , And thou shalt read me , with thy plaintive voice , Lines which some gifted mind hath sweetly wrought ; And I will ...
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... gentle now , It seems thy step alone should walk the earth , — Thy voice alone , the ' ever soft and low , ' Wake the far - haunting echoes into birth . Too wild would be Love's passionate store of hope , Unmeet the influence of his ...
... gentle now , It seems thy step alone should walk the earth , — Thy voice alone , the ' ever soft and low , ' Wake the far - haunting echoes into birth . Too wild would be Love's passionate store of hope , Unmeet the influence of his ...
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... , And hope , his gentle brother , all shall cease : Like weary hinds that seek the desert springs , Our one sole feeling shall be peace - deep peace ! - MRS . NORTON . THALATTA . THALATTA ! Thalatta ! I greet thee , PRELUDE . 3.
... , And hope , his gentle brother , all shall cease : Like weary hinds that seek the desert springs , Our one sole feeling shall be peace - deep peace ! - MRS . NORTON . THALATTA . THALATTA ! Thalatta ! I greet thee , PRELUDE . 3.
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... . My mother taught me how to love The mystery of the sea ; She sported with my childish wonder At its white waves and gentle thunder , — Like a man's deep voice to me . When in my soul dim thoughts awoke , She helped 8 THE SPELL OF THE.
... . My mother taught me how to love The mystery of the sea ; She sported with my childish wonder At its white waves and gentle thunder , — Like a man's deep voice to me . When in my soul dim thoughts awoke , She helped 8 THE SPELL OF THE.
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... gentle moods I love the hills Because they bound my spirit ; But to the broad blue sea I fly When I would feel the destiny Immortal souls inherit . F. W. FABER . O YE KEEN BREEZES . O YE keen breezes from the salt Atlantic , Which to ...
... gentle moods I love the hills Because they bound my spirit ; But to the broad blue sea I fly When I would feel the destiny Immortal souls inherit . F. W. FABER . O YE KEEN BREEZES . O YE keen breezes from the salt Atlantic , Which to ...
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Annabel Lee Annie of Lochroyan bark BARRY CORNWALL beach beat beauty bending beneath billows bird blue bosom breast breath breeze bright calm CHARLES KINGSLEY cloud coral Count Arnaldos dark dash deep doth dream drifting earth eternal eternal Eye evermore eyes fair Annie float foam gale gentle gleam glorious glow golden green gude hair hath hear heart heaven holy sea Inchcape Rock isles land lang lang light listen lonely look Lord Gregory maiden mast mighty moan moon morning mountain murmuring Nereids night Noroway o'er o'er the sea ocean pale R. H. DANA rest restless rise roar rocks rolling round sail sand sea-weed ship shore silent sink Sir Patrick Sir Patrick Spens sleep soft song soul sound spirit spray stars storm strange surge sweet swell Thalatta thee thine thoughts tide Till song unto voice waters waves weary wild wind wing
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第131页 - 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.
第79页 - 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.
第201页 - 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.
第58页 - 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.
第188页 - 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...
第175页 - 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...
第22页 - 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.
第146页 - 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...
第80页 - 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.
第205页 - 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...