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Identifier: bells00doug (find matches)
Title: The bells
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Douglass, John Jordan
Subjects: North Caroliniana
Publisher: Charlotte, N.C. : Presbyterian Standard Pub. Co.
Contributing Library: State Library of North Carolina, Government & Heritage Library
Digitizing Sponsor: LYRASIS members and Sloan Foundation

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grave Sent it forth on its quest so drear. And, ware ye, merry mariners; Ware ye the hulks that lurkSo deep where the smoky sea-rim blurs To stab with a hidden dirk. Look well, O keen-eyed watching man; Trust not the sea too well; The limpid blue of the waves you scan Hides much in the long green swell. BELLS OF THE SEA 35 A SONG OF THE WILD SEA • Oh, ho, for the sea of the wild free gales. And the kiss of the waves in my face, And a ship that skims the sea with her sails, In the wide of the open space: Oh, ho and oh, ho! Then let her blow From the Banks to the Cape o Race. Oh, ho for the realm of the wild white gull. And the petrel of stormy soul. Though she heave and surge, shell come to lull,And Ill race her cheek by jowl:Oh, ho and oh, ho!Then let her blowTill she breasts the tall green mole. Oh, ho for the sea ot the sailors love; And a winsome lass is she—The blue of the bending sky above And the flash of the distant lea Aho and aho! Then let her blowFor the land is a curse to me!
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36 BELLS OF THE SEA THE COMING OF JEAN RIBAULT • Over the sea sailed Jean Ribault, From the sunny fields of France, To the land where the fresh wild roses grow. And the golden sunbeams dance— To a Royal Port of sparkling blue Came merry Jean and his bonny crew, With quip and song and a fling at chance; For a Captain bold was Jean Ribault, And he bridled the bounding main; And he anchored his ships in the port, aho, Where the seahounds neer had Iain— To the Port of jassamine-garlanded trees. With the balm of spring in the rippling breeze; And he found a fairer Seine. But Jean Ribault was a rover gay. And he took to the sea one morn; Right merrily his ships stood way (For Jean was a sailor born) Toward the shores o France, Where the old romance Called back like a golden horn. And long they waited for Jean Ribault, But his good ships came no more, And the song of the West was a sigh of woe. Where the blue sea kissed the shore— Gone jest and quip, As they built a ship, Whose sails were

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