Thalatta: A Book for the Sea-sideSamuel Longfellow |
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... breath feels these crowding trees ; They crush me in their green embrace : I miss the Life of Seas ; The wild free life that round the flinty shores Of my bleak isles expanded ocean pours , So free , so far , that in the lull of even ...
... breath feels these crowding trees ; They crush me in their green embrace : I miss the Life of Seas ; The wild free life that round the flinty shores Of my bleak isles expanded ocean pours , So free , so far , that in the lull of even ...
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... breath doth pass Of its infinity . 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 ...
... breath doth pass Of its infinity . 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 ...
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... breath upon my forehead ? When shall I hear you in the elm - trees ' branches ? When shall we wrestle in the briny surges , Friends of my boyhood ? EPES SARGENT . WHERE IS THE SEA ? SONG OF THE GREEK ISLANDER 10 O YE KEEN BREEZES ...
... breath upon my forehead ? When shall I hear you in the elm - trees ' branches ? When shall we wrestle in the briny surges , Friends of my boyhood ? EPES SARGENT . WHERE IS THE SEA ? SONG OF THE GREEK ISLANDER 10 O YE KEEN BREEZES ...
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... breath may rise , Soft , soft your winds may be ; Yet my sick heart within me dies- Where is my own blue sea ? - I hear the shepherd's mountain flute- I hear the whispering tree ; The echoes of my soul are mute : Where is my own blue ...
... breath may rise , Soft , soft your winds may be ; Yet my sick heart within me dies- Where is my own blue sea ? - I hear the shepherd's mountain flute- I hear the whispering tree ; The echoes of my soul are mute : Where is my own blue ...
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... breath ! Fashion's pining sons and daughters Who seek the crowd they seem to fly , Trembling they approach thy waters ; And what cares Nature , if they die ? Me a thousand hopes and pleasures , A thousand recollections bland , Thoughts ...
... breath ! Fashion's pining sons and daughters Who seek the crowd they seem to fly , Trembling they approach thy waters ; And what cares Nature , if they die ? Me a thousand hopes and pleasures , A thousand recollections bland , Thoughts ...
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50 cents Annabel Lee bark BARRY CORNWALL beach beat beauty bending beneath billows bird blue boat bosom breast breath breeze bright calm cents CHARLES KINGSLEY cloud coral Count Arnaldos dark dash deep doth dream drifting earth eternal eternal Eye evermore fair fair Annie float foam gale gentle gleam glorious glow golden green gude hair hand hath hear heart heaven holy sea Inchcape Rock isles land lang lang light lonely look Lord Gregory maiden mast merrily mighty moan moon morning mountain murmuring Nereids night Noroway o'er o'er the sea ocean pale R. H. DANA rest restless rise roar rolling round sail sand sea-birds sea-weed sea-wolf ship shore silent singing sink Sir Patrick Spens sleep soft song soul sound spray stars storm strange surge sweet swell Thalatta thee thine thoughts tide 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 72 - I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown : I sit upon the sands alone, — The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion. in Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around...
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 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 Oh, who would not welcome that moment's returning.
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...
Page 49 - But the father answered never a word, • A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave On the Lake of Galilee.
Page 106 - On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung, And over the waves its warning rung. When the Rock was hid by the surge's swell, The mariners heard the warning Bell ; And then they knew the perilous Rock, And blest the Abbot of Aberbrothok.