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When sea and sky in midnight darkness join,
Still, still, he views the parting look she gave.
Her gentle spirit, lightly hovering o'er,
Attends his little bark from pole to pole,
Whispers sweet Hope to soothe his troubled soul.
“ Gentleman's Magazine,” 1793. From the
YOU, whose lives on land are pass’d,
From dangerous seas, from rocks aloof,
Or beating rains upon the roof,
He takes his station on the deck;
He clears away the cumb'ring wreck;
“ All hands reef topsails,” are the cries ;
Aloft, to reef the sail, he flies;
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 ; Our poor devoted bark,
Till next day,
There she lay,
Now dash'd upon the billow,
Our op’ning timbers creak;
To cling to slipp’ry shrouds
As she lay,
Till the day,
At length the wish’d-for morrow
Broke through the hazy sky;
The dismal wreck to view,
As she lay,
On that day,
Her yielding timbers sever,
Her pitchy seams are rent;
A sail in sight appears,
Now we sail,
With the gale,
THE SEA, THE SEA. BARRY CORNWALL. Music by CHEVALIER NEUKOMM.
HE sea, the sea, the open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free,
It runneth the earth's wide regions round,
I'm on the sea, I'm on the sea !
I never was on the dull tame shore,
The waves were white, and red the morn,
I have lived since then, in calm and strife,
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,
When indifference stood at the gate ?
The face that would smile when my purse was well lined
Show'd a different aspect to me,
I hied me again to the sea.
I thought it unwise to repine on my lot,
Or to bear with cold looks on the shore,
And a trifle, alas ! was my store.
A handkerchief held all the treasure I had,
On a stick o'er my shoulder I threw,
To join some ship’s jovial crew.
The sea was less troubled by far than my mind,
And when the wide main I survey'd,
And Fortune a slippery jade.
And I vow'd if once more I could take her in tow,
I would let these ungrateful ones see, 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
And swearing, prays for wind, sir.