The Seven SeasTauchnitz, 1897 - 256 páginas |
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... DEAD Hear now the Song of the Dead - in the North by the torn berg - edges , 21 THE DEEP - SEA CABLES The wrecks dissolve above us ; their dust drops down from afar , 26 · THE SONG OF THE SONS One from the ends of the earth - gifts at ...
... DEAD Hear now the Song of the Dead - in the North by the torn berg - edges , 21 THE DEEP - SEA CABLES The wrecks dissolve above us ; their dust drops down from afar , 26 · THE SONG OF THE SONS One from the ends of the earth - gifts at ...
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... DEAD . Hear now the Song of the Dead - in the North by the torn berg - edges- They that look still to the Pole , asleep by their hide- stripped sledges . Song of the Dead in the South - in the A SONG OF THE ENGLISH . 21 THE SONG OF THE ...
... DEAD . Hear now the Song of the Dead - in the North by the torn berg - edges- They that look still to the Pole , asleep by their hide- stripped sledges . Song of the Dead in the South - in the A SONG OF THE ENGLISH . 21 THE SONG OF THE ...
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... Dead in the East - in the heat - rotted jungle hollows , Where the dog - ape barks in the kloof - in the brake of the buffalo - wallows . Song of the Dead in the West - in the Barrens , the snow that betrayed them , Where the wolverine ...
... Dead in the East - in the heat - rotted jungle hollows , Where the dog - ape barks in the kloof - in the brake of the buffalo - wallows . Song of the Dead in the West - in the Barrens , the snow that betrayed them , Where the wolverine ...
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... We have fed our sea for a thousand years And she calls us , still unfed , Though there's never a wave of all her waves But marks our English dead : We have strawed our best to the weed's unrest To 24 THE SEVEN SEAS .
... We have fed our sea for a thousand years And she calls us , still unfed , Though there's never a wave of all her waves But marks our English dead : We have strawed our best to the weed's unrest To 24 THE SEVEN SEAS .
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... dead on the sand- But slinks our dead on the sands forlore , From the Ducies to the Swin . If blood be the price of admiralty , If blood be the price of admiralty , Lord God , we ha ' paid it in ! We must feed our sea for a thousand ...
... dead on the sand- But slinks our dead on the sands forlore , From the Ducies to the Swin . If blood be the price of admiralty , If blood be the price of admiralty , Lord God , we ha ' paid it in ! We must feed our sea for a thousand ...
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ain't Army arquebus Aurochs Baltic be'ind beggar beneath bids Bill Awkins Blest blind bloomin blow bone burn Buy my English Captain Cheer clear crew crownin dead deck drunk dursn't eard earth eathen eyes fight fought gale Gawd grey guns hand hast head hear heart Hell Islands Jollies-'Er Majesty's jolly knew little things Lord M'Andrews M'Cullough Macassar Straits Man-the married Mary Gloster Mossel Bay naked neath never night Northern Light old three-decker Orse Orse Gunners overside Paddy Doyle port praise price of admiralty pride rail red tornado Reuben Paine road roaring Romance round Royal Engineer sail sailor Sapper Sarah Sands sergeant Sergeant's weddin Seven Seas ship sing skin skipper sloop-of-war snow song soul steam Stralsund Thee There's Thou thousand thunder thy pictures Tom Hall True Thomas turn Twas waitin watch wind women Ye'll
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Página 19 - We have fed our sea for a thousand years • And she calls us, still unfed, Though there's never a wave of all her waves But marks our English dead: We have strawed our best to the weed's unrest To the shark and the sheering gull. If blood be the price of admiralty, Lord God, we ha
Página 17 - Fair is our lot — O goodly is our heritage ! (Humble ye, my people, and be fearful in your mirth /) For the Lord our God Most High He hath made the deep as dry, He hath smote for us a pathway to the ends of all the Earth...
Página 170 - And only The Master shall praise us, and only The Master shall blame; And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame. But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star, Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They are!
Página 47 - I wonder if a soul was gied them wi' the blows. Oh for a man to weld it then, in one trip-hammer strain, Till even first-class passengers could tell the meanin' plain! But no one cares except mysel' that serve an' understand My seven thousand horse-power here.
Página 118 - Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre, He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea; An' what he thought 'e might require, 'E went an
Página 169 - When earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it — lie down for an aeon or two, Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew...
Página 149 - Oogli, Shy as a girl to begin; Aggie de Castrer she made me, An' Aggie was clever as sin; Older than me, but my first un— More like a mother she were— Showed me the way to promotion an' pay, An' I learned about women from 'er!
Página 60 - an she never looks nor 'eeds — The Man-o'-War's 'er 'usband, an' 'e gives 'er all she needs; But, oh, the little cargo-boats, that sail the wet seas roun', They're just the same as you an' me a-plyin' up an
Página 88 - There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, 'And — every — single — one — of — them — is — right...
Página 34 - Ho, we revel in our chains O'er the sorrow that was Spain's; Heave or sink it, leave or drink it, we were masters of the sea!