"Now it's my turn to sing!"
X. The British Attack on the Arctic
Bronze the sky, with no
wonders if she'd ever be brave enough
XIX. Jones Sound and Beaufort Sea
Would their world not remain comfortably
XVI. Laying a Ghost: The Jeannette and the Fram
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
That open before me? What I see
Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,
Against which we have been projected? What . . .
XIV. Franz Josef Land: The Amazing Drift of the Tegetthoff
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
His sightless eyes horribly watch the air;
With a hand freed from weight,
Preface to the 1948 Edition
Amid the gloom, there, on the pole, stands black
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
X. The British Attack on the Arctic
Bronze the sky, with no
wonders if she'd ever be brave enough
XIX. Jones Sound and Beaufort Sea
Would their world not remain comfortably
XVI. Laying a Ghost: The Jeannette and the Fram
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
That open before me? What I see
Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,
Against which we have been projected? What . . .
XIV. Franz Josef Land: The Amazing Drift of the Tegetthoff
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
His sightless eyes horribly watch the air;
With a hand freed from weight,
Preface to the 1948 Edition
Amid the gloom, there, on the pole, stands black
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
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