Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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THE BOUNDING BILLOWS. |
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THE BOUNDING BILLOWS.
Oh! the bounding of the billows!
Where our bark in triumph rides!—
Foam-wreaths long, like boughs of willows,
Feathering down their frowning sides!
Where our bark in triumph rides!—
Foam-wreaths long, like boughs of willows,
Feathering down their frowning sides!
Waves, the loud, the hollow-sounding,
How they thrill the startled ear!—
In their haughty freedom bounding,
With their trumpet-notes of fear!
How they thrill the startled ear!—
In their haughty freedom bounding,
With their trumpet-notes of fear!
'Gainst the vessel's sides deep-dashing,
Shoots their foam, like flames of fire—
Wreathing upwards—flickering—flashing—
How it brightly doth aspire!—
Shoots their foam, like flames of fire—
Wreathing upwards—flickering—flashing—
How it brightly doth aspire!—
Oh! the rapture of the Ocean,
Oh! the Freedom and the pride—
'Tis the majesty of motion,—
With the rest of peace allied!
Oh! the Freedom and the pride—
'Tis the majesty of motion,—
With the rest of peace allied!
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