Now, one chill November morn, many russet autumns gone, A strange ship with folded wings lay dozing off the lea ; It had lain throughout the night with its wings of murky white... Moss-side - Página 418por Marion Harland - 1857 - 450 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
| 1856 - 710 páginas
...melody and moan, Would rise up and speak with her. And she ever loved the sea — God's half uttered mystery — With its million lips of shells, Its never-ceasing...pulses of the tide, 'Mong the crags of Elsinore. One red-leaf falling morn, Many russet Autumns gone, A lone ship with folded wings Lay dozing off tho lea;... | |
| 1856 - 704 páginas
...melody And moan, Would rise up and speak with her. And she ever loved the sea — God's half uttered mystery — With its million lips of shells, Its never-ceasing...blue pulses of the tide, 'Mong the crags of Elsinore. Ono red-leaf falling morn, Many russet Autumns gone, A lone ship with folded wings Lay dozing off the... | |
| 1856 - 704 páginas
...melody and moan, Weuld rise up and apeak with her. And she ever loved the sea — God's half uttered mystery — With its million lips of shells, Its never-ceasing...beside The blue pulses of the tide, 'Mong the crags of Elainore. One red-leaf falling morn, Many russet Autumns gone, A lone ship with folded wings Lay dozing... | |
| Marion Harland - 1857 - 564 páginas
...others' sight as mountain snows, watched the sea from her castle-turrets, or wandered among the " Ragged, jagged rocks That tooth the dreadful beach;" always...made Maud a grave beside The blue pulses of the tide, 'Hong the crags of Elsinore. One chill, red-leaf falling morn, Many russet autumns gone, A lone ship,... | |
| Beautiful poetry - 1857 - 418 páginas
...melody and moan, Would rise up and speak with her. And she ever loved the sea — God's half utter'd mystery — With its million lips of shells, Its never-ceasing...pulses of the tide, 'Mong the crags of Elsinore. One red-leaf falling morn, Many russet Autumns gone, A lone ship with folded wings Lay dozing off the lea... | |
| George Alfred Lawrence - 1863 - 314 páginas
...sea, God's half uttered mystery ; With the murmur of its myriad shells, And never-ceasing roar: It was well, that when she died, They made Maud a grave beside The blue pulses of the tide, 'Neath the crags of Elsinore. One chill red leaf falling down— Many russet autumns gone; A lone ship... | |
| Marion Harland - 1865 - 468 páginas
...others' sight as mountain snows, watched the sea from her castle-tnrrets, or wandered among the " Ragged, jagged rocks That tooth the dreadful beach;" always...never-ceasing roar; And 'twas well that when she died, The; made Hand a grave beside The him: pulses of the tide, 'Hong the crags of Elsinore One chill, red-leaf... | |
| Charles Bruce (writer of tales) - 1874 - 582 páginas
...white surf at her feet, While above her wheeled the fleet sparrow-hawk with startling screech. And she ever loved the sea, — God's half-uttered mystery, — With its million lips of shells, its never ceasing roar : And 'twas well that, when she died, they made her a grave beside The blue pulses... | |
| Thomas Bailey Aldrich - 1875 - 184 páginas
...white surf at her feet, While above her wheeled the fleet sparrow-hawk with startling screech. 8. And she ever loved the sea, — God's half-uttered mystery,...million lips of shells, its never-ceasing roar: And t' was well that, when she died, they made her a grave beside The blue pulses of the tide, by the towers... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1876 - 290 páginas
...violets astir, Maiden Maud would sit alone, And the sea with inner tone, Half of melody and moan, And she ever loved the sea, — God's half-uttered mystery,...million lips of shells, Its never-ceasing roar; And 't was well that, when she died, They made Maud a grave beside The blue pulses of the tide, 'Mong the... | |
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