The children's Longfellow, illustrated . , seamed with many these prison bars,22 THE SKELETON IN ARMOR Up to its native stars My soul ascended!There from the flowing bowlDeep drinks the warriors soul,Skoal! to the Northland ! skoal! Thus the tale ended. 23 THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea;And 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. The skipper he stood beside the helm
The children's Longfellow, illustrated . , seamed with many these prison bars,22 THE SKELETON IN ARMOR Up to its native stars My soul ascended!There from the flowing bowlDeep drinks the warriors soul,Skoal! to the Northland ! skoal! Thus the tale ended. 23 THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea;And 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. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his he watched how the veering flaw did blo^v* The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sailor, Had sailed to the Spanish Main, I pray thee, put into yonder I fear a hurricane. Last night, the moon had a golden to-night no moon we see! The skipper, he blew a whiflfrom his pipe,And a scornful laugh laughed He zurapped her warm hi his seamans coatAgainst the stinging blast. THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS Colder and louder blew the wind,A gale from the Northeast,The snow fell hissing in the brine,- And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ;She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed. Then leaped her cables length. Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so;For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow. He wrapped her warm in his seamans coat Against the stinging blast;He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. O father! I hear the church-bells ring, Oh say, what may it be ? T is a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast! — And he steered for the open sea. O father! I hear the sound of guns. Oh say, what may it be? Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea!25 THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS O father! I see a gleaming light, Oh say, what may it be? But the father answered never a word, A frozen cor
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