 But all at once; at once the winds arise, The thunders roll, the forky lightning flies. In vain the master issues out commands, In vain the trembling sailors ply their hands: The tempest unforeseen prevents their care, And from the first they labour in...  Anselmo; or, The day of trial - Страница 24по Mary Hill (novelist.) - 1813Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
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...hours was run, When like a fiery meteor sunk the sun, The promise of a storm; the shifting gales 330 Forsake by fits and fill the flagging sails; Hoarse...far were heard, And night came on, not by degrees prepared, But all at once; at once the winds arise, The thunders roll, the forky lightning flies. 335... | |
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