The sea ran high, and swept the little craft from stem to stern.

海面上风急浪高，小船从头至尾都被浪头冲刷着。

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Their stern lines are groaning a lullaby air, A ghost in the cuddy, a gull on the spar; But never they whisper of journeys afar, Away from the roll of the sea.

听，浪花把摇篮曲低声吟唱， 那海鸥在回旋，幽灵在船舱， 但他们从不提及艰苦远航， 哦，远分开狂暴陆地。

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She rose out of the sea, higher and higher until the propellers in the stern were half exposed.

NEWYORKER: Unsinkable