A Sailor's GarlandJohn Masefield Macmillan, 1906 - 372 páginas |
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... Lost Youth 33 RUDYARD KIPLING The Last Chanty 34 POEMS ILLUSTRATING OUR SEA HISTORY LAURENCE MINOT The Sea - Fight at Sluys , 24th June 1340 Winchelsea Fight , or the Humbling of the Spaniards . ANONYMOUS Sir Andrew Barton CHARLES FITZ ...
... Lost Youth 33 RUDYARD KIPLING The Last Chanty 34 POEMS ILLUSTRATING OUR SEA HISTORY LAURENCE MINOT The Sea - Fight at Sluys , 24th June 1340 Winchelsea Fight , or the Humbling of the Spaniards . ANONYMOUS Sir Andrew Barton CHARLES FITZ ...
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... , by ones or twos appearing , Ever the stock preserv'd and never lost , though rare , enough for seed preserv'd . ) II . Flaunt out O sea your separate flags of MISCELLANEOUS POEMS WALT WHITMAN Song for all Seas, all Ships •
... , by ones or twos appearing , Ever the stock preserv'd and never lost , though rare , enough for seed preserv'd . ) II . Flaunt out O sea your separate flags of MISCELLANEOUS POEMS WALT WHITMAN Song for all Seas, all Ships •
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... lost ; If the captain should misread his reckoning , Through the western stars misread his reckoning Ere the green sea be crossed ? " " Nay , tear up the gallant anchor , Let all her sails run ; And we'll cheer the merry lads of ...
... lost ; If the captain should misread his reckoning , Through the western stars misread his reckoning Ere the green sea be crossed ? " " Nay , tear up the gallant anchor , Let all her sails run ; And we'll cheer the merry lads of ...
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... lost prince of a diadem . And at the keel a vine is quick , That spreads its bines and works and weaves O'er all the timbers , veining thick A plenitude of silver leaves . DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT THE SEA THERE is a pleasure in the ...
... lost prince of a diadem . And at the keel a vine is quick , That spreads its bines and works and weaves O'er all the timbers , veining thick A plenitude of silver leaves . DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT THE SEA THERE is a pleasure in the ...
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... 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 ... LOST YOUTH 33 LORD BYRON From Childe Harold's Pilgrimage H W LONGFELLOW Lost Youth.
... 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 ... LOST YOUTH 33 LORD BYRON From Childe Harold's Pilgrimage H W LONGFELLOW Lost Youth.
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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.