Ballads

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C. Scribner's sons, 1890 - Ballads, English - 85 pages
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Page 85 - All day we hauled the frozen sheets, and got no further forth ; All day as cold as charity, in bitter pain and dread, For very life and nature, we tacked from head to head. We gave the South a wider berth, for there the...
Page 85 - CHRISTMAS AT SEA THE sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand ; The decks were like a slide, where a seaman scarce could stand ; The wind was a nor'wester, blowing squally off the sea ; And cliffs and spouting breakers were the only things a-lee. They heard the surf a-roaring before the break of day ; But 'twas only with the peep of light we saw how ill we lay. We tumbled every hand on deck instanter, with a shout, And we gave her the maintops'l, and stood by to go about.
Page 79 - And there on the giddy brink— "I will give you life, ye vermin, For the secret of the drink.
Page 78 - In graves that were like children's On many a mountain head, The Brewsters of the Heather Lay numbered with the dead. The king in the red moorland Rode on a summer's day ; And the bees hummed, and the curlews Cried beside the way. The king rode, and was angry, Black was his brow and pale, To rule in a land of heather And lack the Heather Ale. It fortuned that his vassals, Riding free on the heath, Came on a stone that was fallen And vermin hid beneath. Rudely plucked from their hiding, Never a word...
Page 77 - From the bonny bells of heather They brewed a drink long-syne, Was sweeter far than honey, Was stronger far than wine. They brewed it and they drank it, And lay in a blessed swound For days and days together In their dwellings underground.
Page 80 - And it's I will tell the secret That I have sworn to keep." They took the son and bound him, Neck and heels in a thong, And a lad took him and swung him, And flung him far and strong, And the sea swallowed his body, Like that of a child of ten; — And there on the cliff stood the father, Last of the dwarfish men.

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