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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Sea-View.
I. DAY.
The ships seem hanging in the air,
Through the haze and through the mist,
And the sea and the horizon
Are cloudy amethyst,
Till the keen rays pierce and sever
The veil before the sun,
Then the ripples dance, and sparkles
Break forth from every one.
Through the haze and through the mist,
And the sea and the horizon
Are cloudy amethyst,
Till the keen rays pierce and sever
The veil before the sun,
Then the ripples dance, and sparkles
Break forth from every one.
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All the crescents and the churches
Long looming through the grey,
Appear piled up in brightness
Of the expanding day;
And the pier, with arms extended,
Seems welcoming the ships,
And the red buoy to the southward,
On the foam-crest shines and dips,
Long looming through the grey,
Appear piled up in brightness
Of the expanding day;
And the pier, with arms extended,
Seems welcoming the ships,
And the red buoy to the southward,
On the foam-crest shines and dips,
As the little tawny vessels,
Umber, and yellow, and black,
Come skimming round the foreland
Upon the lugger's track,
Scattered like sheep a-feeding,
Over the glistening tide,
And the galley's oars like pinions
Of an albatross spread wide.
Umber, and yellow, and black,
Come skimming round the foreland
Upon the lugger's track,
Scattered like sheep a-feeding,
Over the glistening tide,
And the galley's oars like pinions
Of an albatross spread wide.
II. NIGHT.
All day the sunbeams, shadow chased,
Along the white cliff fleet,
Till the red light's fading westward
And the clover's dewy sweet;
Till the surf's white fire rolls beating
Against the jetty wall,
And you hear the ship-bells sharply
To the absent sailors call.
Along the white cliff fleet,
Till the red light's fading westward
And the clover's dewy sweet;
Till the surf's white fire rolls beating
Against the jetty wall,
And you hear the ship-bells sharply
To the absent sailors call.
And when the stars are sparkling,
The harbour's emerald flame
Shines to the ships returning
To the port from whence they came;
And the church clock mourns so gravely
The passing of the hour,
And the moon in the blue sky ruling,
Shines with a fuller power.
The harbour's emerald flame
Shines to the ships returning
To the port from whence they came;
And the church clock mourns so gravely
The passing of the hour,
And the moon in the blue sky ruling,
Shines with a fuller power.
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