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The Wreck of the Hesperus. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughtèr, 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,
Wreck of the Hesperus is the name of an Irish doom/drone metal band. The Pleasure Island amusement park in Wakefield, Massachusetts (1958–1970), 18 miles south-west of the site where the fictional Hesperus sank, featured a ride named "The Wreck of the Hesperus".
The Wreck of the Hesperus. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 1807 –. 1882. It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintery sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughtér, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax,
‘The Wreck of the Hesperus’ by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow is a haunting poem that tells a tragic story of a shipwreck as a skipper, or captain, sails straight into a hurricane.
The Wreck Of The Hesperus. It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintery 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.
May 13, 2011 · A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair. Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown seaweed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow!
Oct 22, 2004 · WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. BY. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. ILLUSTRATED. New York. 1889. INTRODUCTION. "Norman's Woe" is the picturesque name of a rocky headland, reef, and islet on the coast of Massachusetts, between Gloucester and Magnolia.
The Wreck of the Hesperus. by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 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 checks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,
The Wreck of the Hesperus. It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughtèr, 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.
A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow!
