Thalatta: A Book for the Sea-sideSamuel Longfellow |
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... on Thetis ' breast The glittering tresses of his golden hair ; All things are heavy with a noonday rest , And floating sea - birds leave the stirless air . Against the sky , in outlines clear and rude , 1 PRELUDE THALATTA.
... on Thetis ' breast The glittering tresses of his golden hair ; All things are heavy with a noonday rest , And floating sea - birds leave the stirless air . Against the sky , in outlines clear and rude , 1 PRELUDE THALATTA.
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... hair , - Wrap thou no mantle round thy graceful form ; The cloudless sky smiles forth as still and fair , As though earth ne'er could know another storm . Come ! Let not listless sadness make delay , Beneath Heaven's light that sadness ...
... hair , - Wrap thou no mantle round thy graceful form ; The cloudless sky smiles forth as still and fair , As though earth ne'er could know another storm . Come ! Let not listless sadness make delay , Beneath Heaven's light that sadness ...
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... hair , like the brown sea - weed , On the billows fall and rise . Such was the wreck of the Hesperus , In the midnight and the snow ! Christ save us all from a death like this , On the reef of Norman's Woe ! H. W. LONGFELLOW . THE ...
... hair , like the brown sea - weed , On the billows fall and rise . Such was the wreck of the Hesperus , In the midnight and the snow ! Christ save us all from a death like this , On the reef of Norman's Woe ! H. W. LONGFELLOW . THE ...
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... hair , A tress o ' golden hair , O ' drowned maiden's hair , Above the nets at sea ? Was never salmon yet that shone so fair , Among the stakes on Dee . ' They rowed her in across the rolling foam , The cruel crawling foam , The cruel ...
... hair , A tress o ' golden hair , O ' drowned maiden's hair , Above the nets at sea ? Was never salmon yet that shone so fair , Among the stakes on Dee . ' They rowed her in across the rolling foam , The cruel crawling foam , The cruel ...
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... hair , A ' for the sake o ' their true loves ; For them they'll see nae mair . O lang , lang , may the ladyes sit , Wi ' their fans into their hand , Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand ! And lang , lang , may ...
... hair , A ' for the sake o ' their true loves ; For them they'll see nae mair . O lang , lang , may the ladyes sit , Wi ' their fans into their hand , Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand ! And lang , lang , may ...
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Common terms and phrases
Annabel Lee Annie of Lochroyan Balder bark BARRY CORNWALL beach beat beauty bending beneath billows bird blue boat bosom breast breath breeze bright calm CHARLES KIngsley clouds coral Count Arnaldos cruel mother dark dashing deep dost doth dream drifting earth eternal evermore fair Annie float foam gale gentle gleam glow golden green gude hair hand hath hear heart heaven holy sea Inchcape Rock isles land lang lang light lonely Look Lord Gregory loud maiden mast merrily mighty moan moon morning mountain murmurs night Noroway o'er o'er the sea ocean R. H. DANA rest restless rise roar rolling round sail sand Scottish Border sea-birds sea-weed sea-wolf ship shore silent singing Sir Patrick Spens sleep soft song soul sound spray stars storm surge sweet swell Thalatta thee thine thou tide Till song unto voice waters waves weary wild wind wing
Popular passages
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 79 - 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.
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 58 - 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.
Page 188 - 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...
Page 175 - 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...
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.
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...