 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 - Page 42edited by - 1918 - 436 pagesFull view - About this book
 | George Watson (publisher.) - 1864 - 238 pages
...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...as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. Down came the storm, and smote amain, The vessel in its strength; She shudder'd and paused, like a... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1865 - 388 pages
...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...as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May. * In Scandinavia this is the customary salutation when drinking a health. I have slightly changed the... | |
 | John Hugh Hawley - 1865 - 166 pages
...eyes as the fairy flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn bndfl That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, i And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now west, now south. i Then up and spake an... | |
 | Charles Bilton - 1866 - 264 pages
...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 I fear a hurricane. ' Last night, the moon... | |
 | Pen and pencil pictures - American poetry - 1866 - 176 pages
...the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the lairy-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 I fear a hurricane. " Last night the moon... | |
 | Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 pages
...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. The skipper he stood...west, now south. Then up and spake an old sailor, Had sail'd the Spanish main, " I pray thee put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane. Last night the... | |
 | Words - 1866 - 368 pages
...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.... | |
 | James Fleming - 1866 - 382 pages
...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.... | |
 | Robert Armstrong (master of Madras coll) - 1866 - 142 pages
...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...as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shudder'd and paused, like a... | |
 | James Stuart Laurie - 1866 - 236 pages
...To bear him company. • " But," nothing but (except) ; only. 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 shudder'd and paused, like a... | |
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