THE tent-lights glimmer on the land, The ship-lights on the sea ; The night-wind smooths with drifting sand Our track on lone Tybee. At last our grating keels outslide, Our good boats forward swing ; And while we ride the land-locked tide, Our negroes... In War Time, and Other Poems - Page 51by John Greenleaf Whittier - 1864 - 152 pagesFull view - About this book
| 1862 - 884 pages
...heart look with wonder and admiration on the crimson of its own currents ? AT POET ROYAL. 1861. THE tent-lights glimmer on the land, The ship-lights on...night-wind smooths with drifting sand Our track on lone Ту bee. At last our grating keels outslide, Our good boats forward swing ; And while we ride the... | |
| Dena J. Epstein - 2003 - 468 pages
...folksong. (AS 1) After a four-line stanza describing the scene, the poet focused on the singing boatmen: At last our grating keels outslide, Our good boats...music and of song; The gold that kindly Nature sifts Among his sands of wrong; . . . With oar-strokes timing to their song, They weave in simple lays The... | |
| 1862 - 830 pages
...heart look with wonder and admiration on the crimson of its own currents ? AT PORT ROYAL. 1861. THE tent-lights glimmer on the land, The ship-lights on...music and of song : The gold that kindly Nature sifts Among his sands of wrong ; The power to make his toiling days And poor home-comforts please ; The quaint... | |
| John Greenleaf Whittier - 1873 - 420 pages
...wipe the weeping eyes, For suffering give the victor's prize, The crown for cross ! AT PORT ROYAL. THE tent-lights glimmer on the land, The ship-lights on...Our good boats forward swing ; And while we ride the land-lucked tide, Our negroes row and sing. For dear the bondman holds his gifts Of music and of song... | |
| 1862 - 410 pages
...night wind smooths with drifting Band, Our track on lone Tybee. At last oar grating keek ontsllde, Our good boats forward swing; And while we ride the...music and of song ; The gold that kindly Nature sifts Among his sands of wrong, The power to make his toiling days And poor home-comforts please; The quaint... | |
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