Historical & Legendary Ballads & Songs By Walter Thornbury. Illustrated by J. Whistler, F. Walker, John Tenniel, J. D. Watson, W. Small, F. Sandys, G. J. Pinwell, T. Morten, M. J. Lawless, and many others |
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Under the Cliffs.
The sails, now white as a swan's breast,
Turned in a moment golden,
The red-brown canvas fluttering out,
Was presently all folden.
The tide came rolling to our feet
With spreading frills of snow,
As on the sand so brown and soft
We sat, amid the glow.
Turned in a moment golden,
The red-brown canvas fluttering out,
Was presently all folden.
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With spreading frills of snow,
As on the sand so brown and soft
We sat, amid the glow.
The breakers rolled in ten abreast,
Charging in stormy anger;
But one soft voice close to my ear
O'erpowered their raging clangour.
The boats might pass, the boats might tack,
Coquetting with the land;
I heeded but that one soft voice,
And the clasp of that wee hand.
Charging in stormy anger;
But one soft voice close to my ear
O'erpowered their raging clangour.
The boats might pass, the boats might tack,
Coquetting with the land;
I heeded but that one soft voice,
And the clasp of that wee hand.
True! all the hour-glass sands that Time
Had spilt, lay there around us
Yet still forgetful of day's flight
The mystic twilight found us.
As the large moon a smouldering globe
Of orange fire rose slow,
And home we wandered to the town,
Love's ebb had turned to flow.
Had spilt, lay there around us
Yet still forgetful of day's flight
The mystic twilight found us.
As the large moon a smouldering globe
Of orange fire rose slow,
And home we wandered to the town,
Love's ebb had turned to flow.
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