 The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like...  Voices of the Night, and Other Poems - Page 115by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1852 - 228 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1866 - 234 pages
...despair. Cecilia had only Luke Jones to comfort her. " And ever the fitful Gusts between A sound came from the land. It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea sand : The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - Literature - 1840 - 688 pages
...ghost the vessel swept Toward the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land ; It was the sound of the trampling...deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Look'd soft as carded wool; But the cruel rocks they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - Literature - 1840 - 686 pages
...ghost the vessel swept Toward the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land ; It was the sound of the trampling...the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath heb bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck.... | |
 | New York (N.Y.) - 1840 - 818 pages
...ghost the vessel swept, Toward the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf, On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. Tk« breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Literary Criticism - 1842 - 148 pages
...ghost, the vessel swept Towards the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land ; It was the sound of the trampling...white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all... | |
 | United States - 1842 - 498 pages
...tower, and a Viking wilh nothing on earth to employ himself with in a dull country, fell onliis spear. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted...white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull. The rattling shrouds, all... | |
 | 1842 - 818 pages
...ballad is vivid nd touching in the highest degree. How striking are the comparisons in this verse ; She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side, Like the horns of an angry hull. "To the River Charles, "is... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - American poetry - 1843 - 570 pages
...ghost, the vessel swept Towards the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land ; It was the sound of the trampling...white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all... | |
 | Seba Smith, Lawrence Labree - 1844 - 498 pages
...the vessel swept, Toward the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts between, A sound came from the land ; It was the sound of the trampling...deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Look'd soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.... | |
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