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Էջ 32 - SANDPIPER. Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sandpiper and I ; And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered driftwood bleached and dry. The wild waves reach their hands for it, The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, As up and down the beach we flit, — One little sandpiper and I. Above our heads the sullen clouds Scud black and swift across the sky ; Like silent ghosts in misty shrouds Stand out the white light-houses high. Almost as far as eye can reach I see the close-reefed vessels...
Էջ 155 - ... And oh, how sweet they sing ! To tell the happy children That once again 'tis spring. The gay green grass comes creeping So soft beneath their feet ; The frogs begin to ripple A music clear and sweet. And buttercups are coming, And scarlet columbine ; And in the sunny meadows The dandelions shine. And just as many daisies As their soft hands can hold The little ones may gather, All fair in white and gold. Here blows the warm red clover, There peeps the violet blue ; O happy little children, God...
Էջ 85 - Oh, the winds that blew, and the birds that sang, The calms that smiled, and the storms that rolled, The bells from the town beneath, that rang Through the summer's heat and the winter's cold ! The flash of the plunging surges white, The soaring gull's wild boding cry, She was weary of all; there was no delight In heaven or earth, and she longed to die. What was it to her though the Dawn should paint With delicate beauty skies and seas ? But the sweet, sad sunset splendors faint Made her soul sick...
Էջ 84 - I'll come back, sweetheart; keep your faith!" She said, "I will watch while the moons go by": Her love was stronger than life or death. So this poor dusk Ariadne kept Her watch from the hill-top rugged and steep; Slowly the empty moments crept While she studied the changing face of the deep, Fastening her eyes upon every speck That crossed the ocean within her ken; Might not her lover be walking the deck, Surely and swiftly returning again ? The Isles of Shoals loomed, lonely and dim, In the northeast...
Էջ 33 - I watch him as he skims along, Uttering his sweet and mournful cry; He starts not at my fitful song, Or flash of fluttering drapery; He has no thought of any wrong; He scans me with a fearless eye. Stanch friends are we, well tried and strong, The little sandpiper and I. Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night When the loosed storm breaks furiously ? My driftwood fire will burn so bright! To what warm shelter canst thou fly ? I do not fear for thee, though wroth The tempest rushes through the sky; For...
Էջ 20 - Then I looked the whole horizon round,— So beautiful the .ocean spread About us, o'er those sailors drowned !
Էջ 32 - THE SANDPIPER ACROSS the narrow beach we flit, One little sandpiper and I, And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered driftwood bleached and dry. The wild waves reach their hands for it, The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, As up and down the beach we flit, — One little sandpiper and I.
Էջ 12 - And yonder slender stream of changing light, Now white, now crimson, tremulously bright, Where dark the light-house stands, with fiery crown. Thick falls the dew, soundless on sea and shore : It shines on little boat and idle oar, Wherever moonbeams touch with tranquil glow. The waves are full of whispers wild and sweet ; They call to me, — incessantly they beat Along the boat from stern to curved prow. Comes the careering wind, blows back my hair, All damp with dew, to kiss me unaware, Murmuring...
Էջ 103 - ... sea-birds wild ; The wintry winds blew fierce across the foam, But in each other's eyes they looked and smiled. Aloft the light-house sent its warnings wide, Fed by their faithful hands, and ships in sight With joy beheld it, and on land men cried, " Look, clear and steady burns Boon Island light." And, while they trimmed the lamp with busy hands, " Shine far and through the dark, sweet light," they cried ; " Bring safely back the sailors from all lands To waiting love — wife, mother, sister,...
Էջ 113 - THE PIMPERNEL. SHE walks beside the silent shore, The tide is high, the breeze is still ; No ripple breaks the ocean floor, The sunshine sleeps upon the hill. The turf is warm beneath her feet, Bordering the beach of stone and shell, And thick about her path the sweet Red blossoms of the pimpernel. " O, sleep not yet, my flower !" she cries, " Nor prophesy of storm to come ; Tell me that under steadfast skies Fair winds shall bring my lover home.