 From stem to stern, sea after sea; the mainmast by the board; The bulwarks down; the rudder gone; the boats stove at the chains; But courage still, brave mariners — the bower yet remains! And not an inch to flinch he deigns — save when ye pitch sky...  Lays of the Western Gael: And Other Poems - Pagina 82door Samuel Ferguson - 1888 - 192 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1832 - 1102 pagina’s
...the boats stove at the chains ; But courage still, brave mariners — the Bower yet remains, And not an inch to flinch he deigns save when ye pitch sky...in your strokes in order ; let foot and hand keep tune, Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime ; But while ye swing your sledges,... | |
 | 1832 - 1042 pagina’s
...the boats stove at the chains ; But courage still, brave mariners — the Bower yet remains, And not an inch to flinch he deigns save when ye pitch sky...head, as though he said, " Fear nothing — here am 1 1" Swing in your strokes in order ; let foot and hand keep time, Your blows make music sweeter far... | |
 | 1832 - 524 pagina’s
...the boats stove at the chains ; But courage still, brave mariners — the Bower yet remains, And not an inch to flinch he deigns save when ye pitch sky high. Then rruves his head, as though he said, * Fear nothing — bere am I !* Swing in your strokes in order... | |
 | 1832 - 526 pagina’s
...yet remains, And not an Inch to flinch he deigns save when ye pilch sky high, Then moves his bead, as though he said, * Fear nothing — here am I !'...Swing In your strokes In order ; let foot and hand Veep timp, Your blows make mosic sweeter far than any steeple's chime ; But while yc swing your sledges,... | |
 | 1837 - 538 pagina’s
...save when ye pitch skyhigh, Then moves his head, as though he said, " Fear notliing — here ami!" Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand...Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime ; But while ye swing your sledges, sing ; and let the burden be, The Anchor is the Anvil King,... | |
 | Readings - 1843 - 466 pagina’s
...though he said, " Fear nothing—here am I!" Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime! Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time, But while ye swing your sledges, sing; and let the burden be, The Anchor is the Anvil King, and royal... | |
 | sir Charles Gavan Duffy - 1845 - 262 pagina’s
...gone, the boats stove at the chains! But courage still, brave mariners—the bower yet remains, And not an inch to flinch he deigns, save when ye pitch sky high; Then moves his head, as tho' he said, " Fear nothing— here am I." Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep... | |
 | 1847 - 334 pagina’s
...save when ye pitch sky-high, Then moves his head, as though he said, " Fear nothing— here ara 1 1~ Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand...Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime ; But while ye swing your sledges, sing ; and let the burden be( The Anchor is the Anvil King,... | |
 | Edwin Paxton Hood - 1852 - 236 pagina’s
...the boats stove at the chains; But courage still, brave mariners — the bower yet remains, And not an inch to flinch he deigns, save when ye pitch sky...Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime ; But while ye swing your sledges, sing; and let the burthen be, The anchor is the anvil king,... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 pagina’s
...brave mariners, the bower yet remains, And not an inch to flinch he deigns save when ye pitch sky-high, Then moves his head, as though he said, " Fear nothing,...Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime ; But while ye swing your sledges, sing ; and let the burden be, " The Anchor is the Anvil King,... | |
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