 Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then...  Poems. New, complete ed - Страница 145по Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1861Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1883 - 810 страници
...Remember to make long pauses between each change of voice. " Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white...as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. Lower the voice considerably. Give the last two lines musingly and with deliberation. " The skipper... | |
 | Donald Hall - 1985 - 266 страници
...Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope...smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sail6r, Had sailed to the Spanish Main, "I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane.... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1988 - 442 страници
...the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white...South. Then up and spake an old Sailor, Had sailed to the Spanish Main, "I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane. "Last night, the moon... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 страници
...the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white...South. Then up and spake an old Sailor, Had sailed to the Spanish Main, "I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane. "Last night, the moon... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 2001 - 116 страници
...the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white...South. Then up and spake an old Sailor, Had sailed to the Spanish Main, "I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I tear a hurricane. "Last night, the moon... | |
 | Steven Gould Axelrod, Camille Roman, Thomas Travisano - 2003 - 770 страници
...the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white...South. Then up and spake an old Sailor, Had sailed to the Spanish Main, "I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane. 2. Orestes, according... | |
 | Michael Silverstein - 2003 - 144 страници
...brings to this work. It's a description of the captain's daughter: Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax Her cheeks like the dawn of day And her bosom white...as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May. 'Ope? Yes, ope. I don't make up this stuff. I just use it as a basis of satirical market commentary.... | |
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