When sea and sky in midnight darkness join, Her gentle spirit, lightly hovering o'er, SONG. "Gentleman's Magazine," 1793. From the YOU, whose lives on land are pass'd, Or beating rains upon the roof, You little heed how seamen fare- Sometimes, while breakers vex the tide, Still fresher blows the midnight gale! THE BAY OF BISCAY. ANDREW CHERRY. Music by JOHN DAVY. OUD roar'd the dreadful thunder, The rain in deluge showers; The clouds were rent asunder By lightning's vivid powers; The night both drear and dark; poor devoted bark, Our Till next day, There she lay, In the Bay of Biscay, O! Now dash'd upon the billow, Till the day, In the Bay of Biscay, O! At length the wish'd-for morrow Her yielding timbers sever, We hail her with three cheers! With the gale, From the Bay of Biscay, O! THE SEA, THE SEA. BARRY CORNWALL. Music by CHEVALIER NEUKOMM. HE sea, the sea, the open sea! It runneth the earth's wide regions round, It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies, Or like a cradled creature lies. I'm on the sea, I'm on the sea! With the blue above and the blue below, And silence wheresoe'er I go. If a storm should come and awake the deep, What matter? what matter? I shall ride and sleep. I love (oh, how I love!) to ride On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide, I never was on the dull tame shore, The waves were white, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born, And the whale it whistled and the porpoise roll'd, I have lived since then, in calm and strife, With wealth to spend, and power to range, THE INSULTED SAILOR. "Collection of New Songs," Newcastle. No date. HEN my money was spent that I gain'd in the wars, And the world 'gan to frown on my fate, What matter'd my zeal and my honoured scars, The face that would smile when my purse was well lined Show'd a different aspect to me, And when I could nought but ingratitude find, I hied me again to the sea. I thought it unwise to repine on my lot, A handkerchief held all the treasure I had, The sea was less troubled by far than my mind, I could not help thinking the world was unkind, And I vow'd if once more I could take her in tow, That the turbulent winds and the billows could show More kindness than they had for me. STILL FROM CARE AND THINKING FREE. HEN the anchor's weigh'd and the ship's unmoor'd, And landsmen lag behind, sir, The sailor joyful skips on board, U |