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200 Original Illustrations A. F. GRACE age and grassy bang BARRAUD best Artists black mound heaves Bower yet remains C. J. STANILAND Cassell & Company cloth gilt DELIUS Designs by R. P. DORÉ dripping band Exquisite Steel Plates Extra crown 4to F. E. HULME Fac-simile Coloured Plates Fine-Art Volumes full Instructions G. W. HARVEY gilt edges grassy churchyard grave H. F. Davey H. G. GLINDONI HAL LUDLOW HATHERELL hoary monsters Klinkicht kraken's back leap left their chance Library binding LL.D morocco NASH nearly 200 Original O. L. Lacour oozy couch Painting in Water perilous road pleasant strand plete in Six Poems Popular Edition Pupil R. P. LEITCH restless bed amid roaring bows Royal 4to SEYMOUR LUCAS Shakspere Shell-strown SIR SAMUEL FERGUSON Six Vols Sobbing sweethearts soon must change steeple's chime Three Vols tugs thy Undine's love W. H. Overend W. L. Wyllie WALFORD Water Colours weighing slow windlass Wood Engrav
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Page xx - And send him foiled and bellowing back, for all his ivory horn ; To leave the subtle sworder-fish of bony blade forlorn ; And for the ghastly-grinning shark...
Page xiv - From stem to stern, sea after sea ; the mainmast by the board ; The bulwarks down, the rudder gone, the boats stove at the chains ! But courage still, brave mariners — the bower yet remains. And not an inch to flinch he deigns, save when ye pitch sky high ; Then moves his head, as though he said,
Page ix - tis at a white heat now : The bellows ceased, the flames decreased though on the forge's brow The little flames still fitfully play through the sable mound, And fitfully you still may see the grim smiths ranking round, All clad in leathern panoply, their broad hands only bare : Some rest upon their sledges here, some work the windlass there. The windlass strains the tackle chains, the black mound heaves below, And red and deep a hundred veins burst out at every throe : It rises, roars, rends all...
Page xvii - Our hammers ring with sharper din, our work will soon be sped: Our anchor soon must change his bed of fiery rich array, For a hammock at the roaring bows, or an oozy couch of clay ; Our anchor soon must change the lay of merry craftsmen here, For the yeo-heave-o , and the heave-away, and the sighing seaman's cheer, When, weighing slow, at eve they go, far.
Page xxii - tis thy delight, thy glory day by day, Through sable sea and breaker white the giant game to play. But, shamer of our little sports ! forgive the name I gave : A fisher's joy is to destroy — thine office is to save. O lodger in the sea-kings...
Page xii - The ground around ; at every bound the sweltering fountains flow ; And, thick and loud, the swinking crowd at every stroke pant, " Ho ! " Leap out, leap out, my masters ! leap out, and lay on load ! Let's forge a goodly anchor, — a bower thick and broad ; For a heart of oak is hanging on every blow, I bode ; And I see the good ship riding, all in a perilous road : The low reef roaring on her lee ; the roll of ocean poured From stem to stern, sea after sea, the mainmast by the board ; The bulwarks...
Page xii - they shout, " leap out, leap out ! " bang, bang ! the sledges go ; Hurrah ! the jetted lightnings are hissing high and low ; A hailing fount of fire is struck at every squashing blow ; The leathern mail rebounds the hail ; the rattling cinders strow The ground around ; at every bound the sweltering fountains flow : And, thick and loud, the swinking crowd at every stroke pant "ho!
Page xxiii - O lodger in the sea-kings' halls ! couldst thou but understand Whose be the white bones by thy side — or who that dripping band, Slow swaying in the heaving...
Page xviii - Yeo-heave-o', and the Heave-away, and the sighing seaman's cheer ; When, weighing slow, at eve they go, far, far from love and home ; And sobbing sweethearts, in a row, wail o'er the ocean foam. In livid and obdurate gloom he darkens down at last ; A shapely one he is, and strong...