 The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.  The Freedman's Third Reader - 第 141 頁American Tract Society (Boston, Mass.) 著 - 1866 - 264 頁完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | Bob Crew - 2005 - 170 頁
...fertile realms are till'd The land is full of harvest and green meads. The breaking waves dash'd high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches toss'd; And the heavy night hung dark, The hills and water o'er, When a band of exiles moor'd their... | |
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