 Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.  One Hundred Narrative Poems - Pagina 42geredigeerd door - 1918 - 436 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1840 - 818 pagina’s
...company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom sweet as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The Skipper he stood beside the helm, With his pipe in his mouth, And watch'd how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 686 pagina’s
...company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom sweet as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, With his pipe in his mouth, And watch'd how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now west, now south.... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 148 pagina’s
...the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white...month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, With his pipe in his mouth, And watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.... | |
 | 1842 - 512 pagina’s
...skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. " Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white...as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. " Down came the storm, and smote amain, The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and pawed, like... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 144 pagina’s
...That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, With his pipe in his mouth, And watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now...South. Then up and spake an old Sailor, Had sailed the Spanish Main, " I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane. " Last night, the moon... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 570 pagina’s
...skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. : Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white...month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, With his pipe in his mouth, And watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.... | |
 | Seba Smith, Lawrence Labree - 1844 - 498 pagina’s
...company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom sweet as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The Skipper he stood beside the helm, With his pipe in his mouth, And watch'd how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 500 pagina’s
...the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white...South. Then up and spake an old Sailor, Had sailed the Spanish Main, " I pray thee, put into yonder port, For 1 fear a hurricane. " Last night, the moon... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 462 pagina’s
...the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white...month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, With his pipe in his mouth, And watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.... | |
 | Marlborough coll, mus. soc - 1860 - 104 pagina’s
...ta'en his little daughter, To bear him company. 6 Blue were her eyes, as the fairy-flax. Her checks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn...month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, AVith his pipe in his mouth, And watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke, now West, now South.... | |
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