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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409812" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wreck of the Hesperus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was the schooner Hesperus,<br>That sailed the wint'ry sea;<br>And the skipper had taken his little daughter,<br>To bear him company.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax,<br>Her cheeks like the dawn of day,<br>And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds<br>That ope in the month of May.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The skipper he stood beside the helm,<br>His pipe was in his mouth,<br>And watched how the veering flaw did blow<br>The smoke now West, now South.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up and spake an old Sailor,<br>Had sailed the Spanish Main,<br>&quot;I pray thee put into yonder port,<br>For I fear a hurricane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Last night, the moon had a golden ring,<br>And tonight no moon we see!&quot;<br>The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe,<br>And a scornful laugh laughed he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Colder and louder blew the wind,<br>A gale from the North-east;<br>The snow fell hissing in the brine,<br>And the billows frothed like yeast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down came the storm, and smote amain<br>The vessel in its strength;<br>She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,<br>Then leaped her cable's length.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Come hither! come hither! my little daughter,<br>And do not tremble so;<br>For I can weather the roughest gale<br>That ever wind did blow.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat<br>Against the stinging blast;<br>He cut a rope from a broken spar,<br>And bound her to the mast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;O father! I hear the church-bells ring,<br>O say what may it be?&quot;<br>&quot;'Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!&quot;<br>And he steered for the open sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;O father! I hear the sound of guns,<br>O say what may it be?&quot;<br>&quot;Some ship in distress, that cannot live<br>In such an angry sea!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;O father! I see a gleaming light,<br>O say what may it be?&quot;<br>But the father answered never a word,<br>A frozen corpse was he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,<br>With his face turned to the skies,<br>The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow<br>On his fixed and glassy eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed<br>That saved she might be;<br>And she thought of Christ who stilled the wave<br>On the Lake of Galilee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And fast through the midnight dark and drear,<br>Through the whistling sleet and snow,<br>Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept<br>Towards the reef of Norman's Woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever the fitful gusts between<br>A sound came from the land;<br>It was the sound of the trampling surf,<br>On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The breakers were right beneath her bows,<br>She drifted a dreary wreck,<br>And a whooping billow swept the crew<br>Like icicles from her deck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She struck where the white and fleecy waves<br>Looked soft as carded wool,<br>But the cruel rocks, they gored her sides<br>Like the horns of an angry bull.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,<br>With the masts went by the board;<br>Like a vessel of glass she stove and sank,<br>Ho! ho! the breakers roared!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,<br>A fisherman stood aghast,<br>To see the form of a maiden fair<br>Lashed close to a drifting mast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The salt sea was frozen on her breast,<br>The salt tears in her eyes;<br>And he saw her hair, like the brown seaweed,<br>On the billows fall and rise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,<br>In the midnight and the snow!<br>Christ save us all from a death like this<br>On the reef of Norman's Woe!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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That sailed the wint'ry 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 op..."></div>
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