 | George E. Bowman - Massachusetts - 1994 - 284 pages
...eloquent closing address, after which the audience sang the wellknown hymn by Mrs. Hemans beginning: — " The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast," and Dr. Palmer concluded the service with the benediction. This bare outline of the proceedings gives little... | |
 | Martin Gardner - Sports & Recreation - 1995 - 231 pages
...of irreproachable judgment and exact vision. 16. Cf., the opening lines of Felicia Dorothea Hemans' The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers: The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, 17. Between this stanza and the next, The Mighty Casey inserts the following: The pitcher moves with... | |
 | William J. Bennett - Juvenile Nonfiction - 1997 - 384 pages
...us remember the bravery of those early settlers who came to these shores seeking religious freedom. The breaking waves dashed high, On a stern and rock-bound...the woods against a stormy sky, Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark, The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their... | |
 | Paula R. Feldman - Literary Collections - 2001 - 920 pages
...realms are till'd; The land is full of harvests and green meads. — Bryant* The breaking waves dash'd high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches toss'd; And the heavy night hung dark, The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moor'd their... | |
 | Felicia Hemans - Poetry - 2002 - 498 pages
...ceremonial occasions, from The Ages (Cambridge, Mass., 1821, 11. 280-83; stanza 32), by the popular On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches toss'd; And the heavy night hung dark, 5 The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moor'd their... | |
 | Bob Crew - Poetry - 2005 - 148 pages
...and fertile realms are till'd The land is full of harvest and green meads. The breaking waves dash'd high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches toss'd; And the heavy night hung dark, The hills and water o'er, When a band of exiles moor'd their... | |
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The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. 
