A Sailor's GarlandJohn Masefield Macmillan, 1906 - 372 páginas |
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... Fish " ( Silver- points ( John Lane ) , and No. 4 of The Dial ) ; Messrs . Macmillan , for the late Charles Kingsley's ballad “ The Last Buccaneer " ; Mr. R. E. M'Gowan , for " A Young Man's Fancy " ; Mr. T. Sturge Moore , for " The ...
... Fish " ( Silver- points ( John Lane ) , and No. 4 of The Dial ) ; Messrs . Macmillan , for the late Charles Kingsley's ballad “ The Last Buccaneer " ; Mr. R. E. M'Gowan , for " A Young Man's Fancy " ; Mr. T. Sturge Moore , for " The ...
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... Fish 18 HENRY NEW BOLT Messmates 24 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE From King Richard III . 25 WALT WHITMAN The World below the Brine 25 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Song from The Tempest 26 DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT The Piper of Arll 26 LORD BYRON From Childe ...
... Fish 18 HENRY NEW BOLT Messmates 24 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE From King Richard III . 25 WALT WHITMAN The World below the Brine 25 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Song from The Tempest 26 DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT The Piper of Arll 26 LORD BYRON From Childe ...
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... fishes grope , Cautious to stir , staring with jewel eyes ; Dogs of the sea , the savage congers mope , Winding their sulky march meander - wise . Suddenly all is light and life and flight , Upon the sandy bottom , agate strewn . The ...
... fishes grope , Cautious to stir , staring with jewel eyes ; Dogs of the sea , the savage congers mope , Winding their sulky march meander - wise . Suddenly all is light and life and flight , Upon the sandy bottom , agate strewn . The ...
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... A motley procession with many a fleck of foam and many fragments , Following the stately and rapid ship , in the wake following . WALT WHITMAN THE FLYING FISH I. MYSELF am Hang , the buccaneer 2 AFTER THE SEA - SHIP 17 After the Sea-Ship.
... A motley procession with many a fleck of foam and many fragments , Following the stately and rapid ship , in the wake following . WALT WHITMAN THE FLYING FISH I. MYSELF am Hang , the buccaneer 2 AFTER THE SEA - SHIP 17 After the Sea-Ship.
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... coast ; And my palace top ; ( should the sailor boast ) Sail rattles down ; and then we ride , Mean junk and proud , by my palace side . For there lives a junk in that ancient sea , 18 A SAILOR'S GARLAND JOHN GRAY The Flying-Fish.
... coast ; And my palace top ; ( should the sailor boast ) Sail rattles down ; and then we ride , Mean junk and proud , by my palace side . For there lives a junk in that ancient sea , 18 A SAILOR'S GARLAND JOHN GRAY The Flying-Fish.
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Admiral alongst Amain anchor Angel Gabriel ballad Barbary blow boat boatswain bold British tars bonny bowline British boys Brown Robyn's Confession Captain chanty cried dead dear death deck Dolor Oogo doth Drake Dub a dub DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT England eyes fair fame fear fight fleet foes fought frigate gale gallant gold HALLIARDS hand hang hath haul heart Heaven honour iddle Jack Robinson John Johnny King land live Lord loud Lowlands low mariners mast merry Netherlands never night o'er old England pinnace port Port Admiral Porto Bello pray proud quoth Ranzo reef roar round sail sailors sayled seamen ship shore shot sing sink Sir Andrewe SIR FRANCIS DRAKE Sir Patrick Spens song soul Spain Spaniards stood storm sweet Sweet Trinity tars of old thee thou tide topsails Twas unto victory waves wind yard
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Página 220 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea. In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming.
Página 207 - And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Página 217 - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; sometimes all little birds that are, how they seemed to fill the sea and air with their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, now like a lonely flute; and now it is an angel's song, that makes the heavens be mute.
Página 225 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Página 209 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Página 210 - And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root : We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah, well-a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross, the albatross About my neck was hung.
Página 214 - I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky. Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. The cold sweat melted from their limbs. Nor rot nor reek did they: The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; But oh! more horrible than that Is a curse in a dead man's eye!
Página 33 - MY LOST YOUTH. OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear- old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 223 - Said the Hermit cheerily. The boat came closer to the ship, But I nor spake nor stirred; The boat came close beneath the ship And straight a sound was heard.
Página 198 - But Jonah rose up to flee unto Tarshish from the presence of the LORD, and went down to Joppa; and he found a ship going to Tarshish : so he paid the fare thereof, and went down into it, to go with them unto Tarshish from the presence of the LORD.