 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 686 σελίδες
...cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom sweet as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, With his pipe in his mouth, And watch'd how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now west, now south. Then up and spake an old sailor,... | |
 | 1840 - 818 σελίδες
...cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom sweet as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The Skipper he stood beside the helm, With his pipe in his mouth, And watch'd how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sail6r,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 144 σελίδες
...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, With his pipe in his mouth, And watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sailor,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 570 σελίδες
...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, With his pipe in his mouth, And watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Saildr,... | |
 | Seba Smith, Lawrence Labree - 1844 - 498 σελίδες
...cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom sweet as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The Skipper he stood beside the helm, With his pipe in his mouth, And watch'd how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sailor,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 462 σελίδες
...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, With his pipe in his mouth, And watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old sailor,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 500 σελίδες
...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. Then up and spake an old Sailor, Had sailed the Spanish Main, " I pray thee, put into yonder port,... | |
 | Marlborough coll, mus. soc - 1860 - 104 σελίδες
...in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, AVith his pipe in his mouth, And watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke, now West, now South. Then up and spake an old sailor, He sailed the Spanish Main, " I pray thee, put into yonder port, For... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 σελίδες
...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, With his pipe in his mouth, And watched how the veering flaw did blow, The smoke now west, now south, Then up and spake an old sailor,... | |
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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... 
