Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine…

Maud, named for Queen Maud of Norway, was a ship built for Roald Amundsen for his second expedition to the Arctic. Designed for his intended voyage through the Northeast Passage, the vessel was built in Asker, a suburb of the capital, Oslo.

«Maud» er Roald Amundsens båt bygget for hans andre ekspedisjon til Arktis. «Maud» ble bygget hos båtbygger Chr. Jensen i Vollen i Asker. Den var konstruert og ble bygget spesielt for Amundsens ekspedisjon gjennom Nordøstpassasjen. «Maud» sank i 1930 og ble hevet i 2016.

Maud was built specifically for Amundsen’s expedition to drift across the Arctic Ocean. When the expedition ended, the ship was sold to the Hudson’s Bay Company and saw a few years’ use in Canadian Arctic waters.

The Maud expedition under the direction of Roald Amundsen from 1918 to 1925 was a scientific research expedition with the goal of reaching the North Pole by freezing itself in the ice and drifting northward.

Jun 22, 2018 · Polarskuta «Maud» er oppkalt etter dronning Maud. Den ble bygd hos båtbygger Christian Jensen i Vollen i Asker, og sjøsatt 7. juni 1917. «Maud» ble bygd på oppdrag fra Roald Amundsen for ...

Tennyson's ‘Maud (Part I.xxii)’ uses nature's imagery to express deep love and anticipation for Maud, highlighting the speaker's emotional wait.

Maud. COME into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky,

Birds in the high Hall-garden Were crying and calling to her, Where is Maud, Maud, Maud, One is come to woo her. 8. Look, a horse at the door, And little King Charles is snarling, Go back, my lord, across the moor, You are not her darling.

Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is...