The Seven SeasD. Appleton, 1896 - 209 pages |
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... blind white sea - snakes are . There is no sound , no echo of sound , in the des- erts of the deep , Or the great gray level plains of ooze where the shell - burred cables creep . Here in the womb of the world - here on the tie- ribs of ...
... blind white sea - snakes are . There is no sound , no echo of sound , in the des- erts of the deep , Or the great gray level plains of ooze where the shell - burred cables creep . Here in the womb of the world - here on the tie- ribs of ...
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... blind , We saw The Dutchman plunging , Full canvas , head to wind ! We've heard the Midnight Leadsman That calls the black deep down- Ay , thrice we've heard The Swimmer , The Thing that may not drown . On frozen bunt and gasket The ...
... blind , We saw The Dutchman plunging , Full canvas , head to wind ! We've heard the Midnight Leadsman That calls the black deep down- Ay , thrice we've heard The Swimmer , The Thing that may not drown . On frozen bunt and gasket The ...
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... blind- The worst we baled with utter toil , The best we left behind ! Coastwise - cross - seas — round the world and back again , Whither the flaw shall fail us or the Trades drive down : Plain - sail - storm - sail - lay your board and ...
... blind- The worst we baled with utter toil , The best we left behind ! Coastwise - cross - seas — round the world and back again , Whither the flaw shall fail us or the Trades drive down : Plain - sail - storm - sail - lay your board and ...
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... blind - fou wi ' sun - the Deil was lurkin ' there ? By day like playhouse - scenes the shore slid past our sleepy eyes ; By night those soft , lasceevious stars leered from those velvet skies , In port ( we used no cargo - steam ) I'd ...
... blind - fou wi ' sun - the Deil was lurkin ' there ? By day like playhouse - scenes the shore slid past our sleepy eyes ; By night those soft , lasceevious stars leered from those velvet skies , In port ( we used no cargo - steam ) I'd ...
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... rang and blew the sealers ' call - the poaching cry o ' the sea- And they raised the Baltic out of the mist , and an angry ship was she : And blind they groped through the whirling white , and The Rhyme of the Three Sealers . 61.
... rang and blew the sealers ' call - the poaching cry o ' the sea- And they raised the Baltic out of the mist , and an angry ship was she : And blind they groped through the whirling white , and The Rhyme of the Three Sealers . 61.
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Page 24 - Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners, Plucking at their harps, and they plucked unhandily : ' Our thumbs are rough and tarred, And the tune is something hard — May we lift a Deepsea Chantey such as seamen use at sea?
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