"God help me! save I take my part
Of danger on the roaring sea"

Identifier: poeticdramaticwo01tenn (find matches)
Title: The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron, 1809-1892
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Publisher: Boston and New York, Houghton, Mifflin and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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in the sliding tides. And fairer she, but ah, how soon todie!Her quiet dream of life this hourmay cease.Her peaceful being slowly passes byTo some more perfect peace. THE SAILOR BOY He rose at dawn and, fired with hope,Shot oer the seething harbor-bar, And reachd the ship and caught therope,And whistled to the morning star. And while he whistled long and loudHe heard a fierce mermaiden cry, O boy, tho thou art young andproud,I see the place where thou wilt lie. The sands and yeasty surges mixIn caves about the dreary bay, And on thy ribs the limpet sticks.And in thy heart the scrawl shallplay. Fool, he answerd, death is sureTo those that stay and those thatroam, But I will nevermore endureTo sit with empty hands at home. My mother clings about my neck,My sisters crying, Stay forshame;My father raves of death and wreck, —They are all to blame, they are allto blame. God help me ! save I take my partOf danger on the roaring sea, A devil rises in my heart,Far worse than any death to me.
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God help me ! save I take my partOf danger on the roaring sea ■ 342 ENOCH ARDEN AND OTHER POEMS THE ISLET 1 Whither, O whither, love, shall we go,For a score of sweet little summers or so?The sweet little wife of the singer said,On the day that followd the day she was wed,Whither, O whither, love, shall we go VAnd the singer shaking his curly headTurnd as he sat, and struck the keysThere at his right with a sudden crash,Singing, And shall it be over the seasWith a crew that is neither rude nor rash,But a bevy of Eroses apple-cheekd,In a shallop of crystal ivory-beakd ?With a satin sail of a ruby glow,To a sweet little Eden on earth that I know,A mountain islet pointed and peakd ;Waves on a diamond shingle dash,Cataract brooks to the ocean run,Fairily-delicate palaces shineMixt with myrtle and clad with vine,And overstreamd and silvery-streakdWith many a rivulet high against the sunThe facets of the glorious mountain flashAbove the valleys of palm and pine. Thither, O thither, love,

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