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Page 211 - In the darkness as in daylight, On the water as on land, God's eye is looking on us, And beneath us is His hand! Death will find us soon or later, On the deck or in the cot; And we cannot meet him better Than in working out our lot. Hurrah! hurrah! the west-wind Comes freshening down the bay, The rising sails are filling; Give way, my lads, give way! Leave the coward landsman clinging To the dull earth, like a weed; The stars of heaven shall guide us The breath of heaven shall speed!
Page 176 - With yielding hand, That feels him still, yet to his furious course Gives way, you, now retiring, following now Across the stream, exhaust his idle rage; Till floating broad upon his breathless side, And to his fate abandon'd, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize.
Page 270 - Linger awhile upon some bending planks That lean against a streamlet's rushy banks, And watch intently Nature's gentle doings: They will be found softer than ring-dove's cooings.
Page 87 - And the night-rack came rolling up ragged and brown. But men must work, and women must weep, Though storms be sudden, and waters deep, And the harbor bar be moaning.
Page 127 - Show's begun. The flocks of young anemones Are dancing round the budding trees : Who can help wishing to go a-fishing In days as full of joy as these?
Page 293 - Then up arose the oysterman, and to himself said he, "I guess I'll leave the skiff at home, for fear that folks should see; I read it in the story-book, that, for to kiss his dear, Leander swam the Hellespont,— and I will swim this here.
Page 176 - Trees, the Monarch of the Brook, Behoves you then to ply your finest Art. Long time he, following cautious, scans the Fly ; And oft attempts to seize it, but as oft The dimpled Water speaks his jealous Fear.
Page 147 - Whilst some men strive ill-gotten goods t" embrace, And others spend their time in base excess Of wine, or, worse, in war and wantonness. " Let them that list these pastimes still pursue, And on such pleasing fancies feed their fill, So I the fields and meadows green may view, And daily by fresh rivers walk at will. Among the daisies and the violets blue, Red hyacinth, and yellew daffodil, Purple Narcissus like the morning rays, Pale gander-grass, and azure culver-keys.
Page 32 - When we please to walk abroad For our recreation, In the fields is our abode, Full of delectation : Where in a brook With a hook, Or a lake, Fish we take : There we sit, For a bit, Till we fish entangle. We have gentles in a horn, We have paste and worms too ; We can watch both night and morn...