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And above the funnel's roaring,
With universal nose.
The pleasure of a dozc.
So I lay, and wondered why light
That shot across the deck ;
That whirled from the chimney neck.
The hazy sky to speck.
Jews black and brown and gray.
And the ship, and all the ocean,
With terror it would seize ye,
Who did naught but scratch and pray.
Their swarming fleas away.
Their pipes did puff away;
In pretty, pleasant play.
Of those small heathens gay.
Before the break of day, —
Then the Greeks they groaned and quivered.
Then all the fleas in Jewry
When a squall, upon a sudden,
But his little daughter whispered,
As she took his icy hand, “Is n't God upon the ocean
Just the same as on the land ?"
Then we kissed the little maiden,
And we spoke in better cheer,
JAMES T. FIELDS.
This was the white squall famous,
WIEN in the storm on Albion's coast, The night-watch guards his wary post,
From thoughts of danger free, He marks some vessel's dusky form, And hcars, amid the howling storm,
The ininute-gun at sea.
Swist on the shore a hardy few
And dare the dangerous wave;
For they go the crew to save.
And when, its force expended,
Came blushing o'er the sca, —
WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY.
One wide water all around us,
All above is one black sky; Different deaths at once surround us
Hark! what means that dreadful
At length the wished for morrow
Broke through thc hazy sky, Absorbed in silent sorrow,
Each heaved a bitter sigh ; The dismal wreck to view
Struck horror to the crew, As she lay, on that day,
In the Bay of Biscay, O! Her yielding timbers sever,
Her pitchy seams are rent, When Heaven, all bounteous ever,
Its boundless mercy sent, A sail in sight appears ;
We hail her with three chcers; Now we sail, with the gale,
From the Bay of Biscay, 0 !
The foremast 's gone, cries every toi
O'er the lee twelve feet 'bove dec! A leak beneath the chest-tree 's spru
Call all hands to clear the wreck.
Quick the lanyards cut to picces ;
Come, my hearts, be stout and bo Plumb the well, – the leak increase
Four feet water in the hold !
While o'er the ship wild waves are 1
We our wives and children mourn Alas! from hence there's no retreat
Alas! to them there 's no return !
Without either sign or sound of their sl The waves flowed over the Inchcape roc So little they rose, so little they fell, They did not move the Inchcape bell.
The topsail yarı point to the wind, boys,
See all clear to reef each course; Let the fore sheet go, don't mind, boys,
Though the weather should be worse. Fore and aft the sprit-sail yard get,
Recf the mizzen, see all clear ; Hands up! each preventive brace set !
Man the fore yard, cheer, lads, cheer! Now the dreadful thunder 's roaring
Peal on peal contending claslı,
In our eyes blue lightnings flash.
The holy abbot of Aberbrothok
When the rock was hid by the tempest'. The mariners heard the warning bell ; And then they knew the perilous rock, And blessed the priest of Aberbrothok.
Three corpses lay out on the shining sands
In the morning glcam as the tide went down, And the women are watching and wringing their
hands, For those who will never come back to the town; For men must work, and women must weer, And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep, — And good by to the bar and its moaning.
JO MARY, GO AND CALL THE CATTLE
So thick a hazc o'ersprcads the sky
"O Mary, go and call the cattle home.
And call the cattle home,
And call the cattle home,
Across the sands o' Dec !" The western wind was wild and dank wi' foam,
And all alone went shc.
Sir Ralph, the rover, tore his hair ;
The creeping tide came up along the sand,
And o'cr and o'er the sand,
And round and round the sand,
As far as cye could sce; The blinding mist canie down and hid the land :
And never home came she.
“O, is it weed, or fish, or floating hair, 'T is the lightning's red gleam, painti A tress o' golden hair,
the sky! O' drowned maiden's hair,
'T is the crashing of thunders, the gr Above the nets at sea ?
sphere ! Was never salmon yet that shone so fair, Among the stakes on Dee."
He springs from his hammock, he fi They rowed her in across the rolling foam, Amazement confronts him with ima The cruel, crawling foam,
Wild winds and mad waves drive thy The cruel, hungry foam,
wreck ; To her grave beside the sea ;
The masts fly in splinters; the shro But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home fire. Across the sands o' Dee.
Like mountains the billows tremendou
In vain the lost wretch calls on mere
Unseen hands of spirits are ringing his THE MARINER'S DREAM.
And the death-angel flaps his broad
the wave! In slumbers of midnight the sailor-boy lay ; His hammock swung loose at the sport of the O sailor-boy, woe to thy dream of delig wind;
In darkness dissolves the
fros But watch-worn and weary, his cares flew away,
bliss. And visions of happiness danced o'er his mind. Where now is the picture that fancy
bright, He dreamt of his home, of his dear native bowers, Thy parents' fond pressure, and love
And pleasures that waited on life's merry morn; kiss? While memory stood sideways half covered with flowers,
O sailor-boy ! sailor-boy ! never again And restored every rose, but secreted its thorn.
Shall home, love, or kindred thy wis!
Unblessed and unhonored, down deep in Then Fancy her magical pinions spread wide, Full many a fathom, thy frame shal
And baile the young dreamer in ecstasy rise ; Now far, far behind him the green waters glide, No tomb shall e'er plead to remembrane And the cot of his forefathers blesses his eyes.
Orredeem form or fame from the merci
But the white foam of waves shall thy The jessamine clanibers in flowers o'er the thatch,
sheet be, And the swallow chirps sweet from her nest in And winds in the midnight of winter
the wall ; All trembling with transport he raises the latch, On a bed of green sca-flowers thy limb And the voices of loved ones reply to his call.
Around thy white bones the red c A father bends o'er him with looks of delight; grow ; His cheek is impcarled with a mother's warm of thy fair yellow locks threadsof amber tear;
And every part suit to thy mansion And the lips of the boy in a love-kiss unite With the lips of the maid whom his bosom Days, months, years, and ages shall cii holds dear.
And still the vast waters above thee
Earth loses thy pattern forever and aye The heart of the sleeper beats high in his breast; O sailor-boy ! sailor-boy ! peace to t Joy quickens his pulses, — his hardships seem
WILLIAM o'er; Ind a murmur of happiness steals through his rest,
ON THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL G “O God! thou hast blest me, - I ask for no
WRITTEN WHEN THE NEWS ARRIVED;
Ah! whence is that flame which now bursts on
his eye? Ah! what is that sound which now 'larms on
his car ?
Toll for the brave,
The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave,
Fast by their native shore.