Podcast Curiosidades en idiomas

THE SONG OF THE WRECKby: Charles Dickens (1812-1870) The wind blew high, the waters raved, A ship drove on the land, A hundred human creatures saved Kneel'd down upon the sand. Threescore were drown'd, threescore were thrown Upon the black rocks wild, And thus among them, left alone, They found one helpless child. A seaman rough, to shipwreck bred, Stood out from all the rest, And gently laid the lonely head Upon his honest breast. And travelling o'er the desert wide It was a solemn joy, To see them, ever side by side, The sailor and the boy. In famine, sickness, hunger, thirst, The two were still but one, Until the strong man droop'd the first And felt his labors done. Then to a trusty friend he spake, "Across the desert wide, Oh, take this poor boy for my sake!" And kiss'd the child and died.