Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912, Ford, H. J. (Henry Justice), 1860-1941, ill, Speed, Lancelot, 1860-1931, ill · New York, Longmans, Green and co. · leaf 257
I fomid Withm the Pilots boat. * Upon the whirl, where sank the ship,The boat spim round and round;And all was still, save that the hillWas telling of the sound. I moved my lips—the Pilot shriekdAnd fell down in a fit;The holy Hermit raised his eyes.And prayed where he did sit. 238 THE BIME OF THE… … THE BIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINEB 239 And now, all in my own countree,I stood on the firm land !The Hermit stepped forth from the boat,And scarcely he could stand. O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man ! The Hermit crossed his brow. Say quick, quoth he, I bid thee say—What manner of man art thou ?…
English poetry · Children's poetry
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