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beach beauty beneath billows blow blue boat break breast breath breeze bright brown calm cliffs clouds coast cold comes crest dark dead death deep dreams drift earth eyes face fair fall fear fire flashing foam gleam golden grave green grey hand hath hear heard heart heaven heaving hollow land light living lonely look loud mighty moan moon moving murmur never night o'er ocean once pale play rest rise roar rocks rolling round rushing sail salt sand seemed shadow SHARP shining ship shore silent silver singing sleep soft song soul sound spray stand star storm strong surges sweep sweet swell thee thine things thou thunder tide voice waste watch waters waves wide wild wind wings
20 페이지 - The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide ; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
4 페이지 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds...
12 페이지 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
12 페이지 - Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.
11 페이지 - And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray, And howling, to his gods, where haply lies II His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
69 페이지 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
19 페이지 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
314 페이지 - ... the fierce old mother incessantly moaning, On the sands of Paumanok's shore gray and rustling, The yellow half-moon enlarged, sagging down, drooping, the face of the sea almost touching, The boy ecstatic, with his bare feet the waves, with his hair the atmosphere dallying, The love in the heart long pent, now loose, now at last tumultuously bursting, The aria's meaning, the ears, the soul, swiftly depositing, The strange tears down the cheeks coursing, The colloquy there, the trio, each uttering,...