![](https://books.google.cl/books/content?id=SSQGAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1866 - 234 páginas
...Gainstield lay down upon the deck in thorough despair. Cecilia had only Luke Jones to comfort her. " And ever the fitful Gusts between A sound came from...sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea sand : The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow... | |
![](https://books.google.cl/books/content?id=_bkRAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 696 páginas
...dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost the vessel swept Toward the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts...breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the... | |
![](https://books.google.cl/books/content?id=7HAAAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 686 páginas
...clasp'd her liands,and pray'd That saved she might be; And she thought of Christ, who still'd the wave On the lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight...sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost the vessel swept Toward the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land ; It... | |
![](https://books.google.cl/books/content?id=9-YRAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1840 - 818 páginas
...clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stdll'd the wave On the Lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight...sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost the vessel swept, Toward the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was... | |
![](https://books.google.cl/books/content?id=9HYCAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 144 páginas
...clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave. On the Lake- of Galilee. And fast through the midnight...breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the... | |
![](https://books.google.cl/books/content?id=z_kgAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1842 - 506 páginas
...in its strength ; She shuddered and pawed, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. " And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Through...the vessel swept Towards the reef of Norman's Woe." It would merely be doing justice to our author, to quote more extensively from his ballad poetry, but... | |
![](https://books.google.cl/books/content?id=-WYJAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 570 páginas
...clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight...breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the... | |
![](https://books.google.cl/books/content?id=qVwAAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Seba Smith, Lawrence Labree - 1844 - 498 páginas
...clasped her hands and pmyed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who still'd the wave On the Lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight...sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost the vessel swept, Toward the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts between, A sound came from the land ; It... | |
![](https://books.google.cl/books/content?id=CAsTAAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 500 páginas
...clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight...breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the... | |
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