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Seite xxiii - Dark-heaving ; — boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Seite 106 - Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem.
Seite 177 - Toll for the brave ! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Seite 146 - How beautiful she is] How fair She lies within those arms, that press Her form with many a soft caress Of tenderness and watchful care!
Seite 116 - Down sunk the bell with a gurgling sound, The bubbles rose and burst around ; Quoth Sir Ralph, "The next who comes to the Rock Won't bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
Seite 70 - As we pac'd along Upon tHe giddy footing of the hatches, Methought, that Gloster stumbled; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, over-board, Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Seite 117 - On the deck the Rover takes his stand; So dark it is, they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, "It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising Moon.
Seite 145 - The ocean old, Centuries old, Strong as youth, and as uncontrolled, Paces restless to and fro, Up and down the sands of gold. His beating heart is not at rest; And far and wide, With ceaseless flow, His beard of snow Heaves with the heaving of his breast.