The Sea's Anthology: From the Earliest Times Down to the Middle of the Nineteenth CenturyJohn Edward Patterson George H. Doran Company, 1913 - 383 pages |
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Expressions et termes fréquents
ANONYMOUS Arethusa ballad beneath billows blue boatswain bold bound bowline boys brave breast breath breeze bright British calm Captain caves Celt chain-shot clouds coast of Barbarie Colonsay crew cried dear death deck deep doth dreadful Dub-a-dub England English eyes fair fear FELICIA HEMANS fight fleet foam gale gallant gold Greenland hand hath haul hear heard heart Hearts of Oak heaven heaving Inchcape Rock Jack Robinson land light Lord Lord Gregory loud mariners mast MATTHEW ARNOLD mermaid mighty moon ne'er never night o'er ocean Ranzo roar rocks Rodmond round sail sailor Sally Brown sand seaman ship shore sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep song soul sound storm stormy winds surge sweet Sweet Trinity swell tempest thee There's theyr thine thou thunder tide Twas vessel voice waves Whiskey wild winds do blow wreck
Fréquemment cités
Page 75 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 75 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave; For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...
Page 19 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Page 49 - 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.
Page 159 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
Page 263 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone : By each gun the lighted brand In a bold, determined hand; And the prince of all the land Led them on.
Page 63 - 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.
Page xxxi - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Page 161 - At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow ! Christ save us all from a death like this On the reef of Norman's Woe ! THE LUCK OF EDENHALL.
Page 57 - We heard the sweet bells over the bay? In the caverns where we lay, Through the surf and through the swell, The far-off sound of a silver bell? Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam, Where the salt weed sways in the stream...
Informations bibliographiques
| Titre | The Sea's Anthology: From the Earliest Times Down to the Middle of the Nineteenth Century |
| Rédacteur | John Edward Patterson |
| Compilé par | John Edward Patterson |
| Éditeur | George H. Doran Company, 1913 |
| Original provenant de | Université de Harvard |
| Numérisé | 3 févr. 2006 |
| Longueur | 383 pages |
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