A mariner sat on the shrouds one night;
The wind was piping free;
Now bright, now dimmed was the moon-light pale,
And the phosphor gleamed in the wake of the whale,
As he floundered in the sea;
The scud was flying athwart the sky,
The...
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i love the old melodious lays Yet, vainly in my quiet hours |
gone, gone,—sold and gone, |
So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Revile him not, the Tempter hath |
“jove means to settle |
Blessings on thee, little man, |
Maud muller on a summer’s day Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Singing, she wrought, and her merry glee But when she glanced to the... |
Of all the rides since the birth of time, |
When the reaper’s task was ended, and the summer wearing late, Pleasantly lay the clearings in the mellow summer-morn, |
Sweetest of all childlike dreams Flitting, passing, seen and gone, |