A Sailor's GarlandJohn Masefield Methuen, 1906 - 328 страници |
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alongst Amain anchor ANCIENT MARINER ANDREW BARTON Barbary blow boat boatswain bold British tars bonny Anthony Brave boys British boys Captain cold cried dead dear death deck Dolor Oogo doth Drake Dub a dub England eyes fair fame fear fight fleet foes fought frigate gale gallant ship gold guns hand hath haul hear heart Heart of oak Heaven honour Horseley iddle Jack Robinson John John Dory King land live Lochroyan Lord loud Lowlands low mast merry ne'er Netherlands never night o'er old England pinnace poor Benjamin Port Admiral Porto Bello pray proud quoth reef roar Rosmer round sail sailors sayled seamen shore shot sing sink SIR FRANCIS DRAKE Sir Patrick Spens song soul Spain Spaniards stood storm sweet Sweet Trinity tars of old tempest thee thou tide topsails Twas unto victory waves wind yard
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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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!
Страница 213 - The many men, so beautiful ! And they all dead did lie; And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
Страница 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.
Страница 26 - 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 : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Страница 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.
Страница 267 - For though the Muses should prove kind, And fill our empty brain, Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind To wave the azure main, Our paper, pen, and ink, and we, Roll up and down our ships at sea — With a fa, la, la, la, la.