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SHIPWRECK William 1732-1769 Falconer,Robert 1799-1878 Ed Carruthers,Myles Birket 1825-1899 Foster, Illus No preview available - 2016 |
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9 Clue Lines anguish ARION beneath billows blast bloom boatswain bosom bowsprit Braces brails breath Candia CANTO clouds confest Corinth crew death deck deep dire distress doom'd dreadful eternal eyes faithless Falconera fatal Fate fearful flies foresail gale gen'rous glow Grecian Greece groan Hallyards heart Heav'n helm High o'er hope hostile hour Jibb kindling leeward Lemnos maid mainsail mast melt mizen mournful Muses night numbers o'er OCCASIONAL ELEGY pain pale PALEMON plain pow'r prow rage reef renown'd Rigging roar RODMOND roll Rous'd ruin sacred sailors scene scudding seamen secret shade Sheets ship ship's SHIPWRECK shore Shrouds side skies soft soon soul Spritsail Stay-sail stern storm strains stream surge sweet sympathy tale tempest thou thro thunders tide timoneer toil topmast topsails trembling Upheav'd vale vessel voice wand'ring wat❜ry wave weep WILLIAM FALCONER wind wing wounded Yard and Sail youth
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Page 138 - What though no funeral pomp, no borrow'd tear, Your hour of death to gazing crowds shall tell; Nor weeping friends attend your sable bier, Who sadly listen to the passing bell; The tutor'd sigh, the vain parade of woe, No real anguish to the soul impart; And oft, alas!
Page 121 - Awhile they bore th' o'erwhelming billows' rage, Unequal combat with their fate to wage; Till all benumb'd and feeble they forego Their slippery hold, and sink to shades below. Some, from the main-yard-arm impetuous thrown On marble ridges, die without a groan. Three with Palemon on their skill depend, And from the wreck on oars and rafts descend. Now on the mountain-wave on high they ride, Then downward plunge beneath th...
Page 110 - But now Athenian mountains they descry, And o'er the surge Colonna frowns on high : Beside the cape's projecting verge are...
Page 140 - Viscount and Baron Nelson of the Nile and of Burnham Thorpe, in the County of Norfolk...
Page vi - But while he measured o'er the painful race In fortune's wild illimitable chase, Adversity, companion of his way, Still o'er the victim hung with iron sway, Bade new distresses every instant grow, Marking each change of place with change of woe: In regions where the...
Page 45 - Soon to the sport of death the crew repair, Dart the long lance, or spread the baited snare. One in redoubling mazes wheels along, And glides unhappy near the triple prong: Rodmond, unerring, o'er his head suspends The barbed steel, and every turn attends...
Page 114 - And, as it feels th' attraction's kindling force, Springs onward with accelerated course. With mournful look the seamen eyed the strand, Where death's inexorable. jaws expand. Swift from their minds elapsed all dangers past, As, dumb with terror, they beheld the last. Now, on the trembling shrouds, before, behind, In mute suspense they mount into the wind. The genius of the deep on rapid wing The black eventful moment seemed to bring; The fatal sisters on the surge before, Yoked their infernal horses...
Page 35 - Th' eternal empire of the main to keep, And guide her squadrons o'er the trembling deep. Her left, propitious, bore a mystic shield, Around whose margin rolls the watery field. There her bold Genius, in his floating car, O'er the wild billow hurls the storm of war—- And lo ! the beasts that oft with jealous rage In bloody combat met, from age to age, Tam'd into Union, yok'd in Friendship's chain, Draw his proud chariot round the vanquish'd main.
Page 13 - The pride of generous woe disdains appeal To hearts that unrelenting frosts congeal: Yet sure, if right Palemon can divine, The sense of gentle pity dwells in thine. Yes ! all his cares thy sympathy shall know, And prove the kind companion of his woe.
Page 128 - The unconscious figure, smiling all serene, Suspended in a golden chain was seen : Hadst thou, soft maiden ! in this hour of woe Beheld him writhing from the deadly blow, What force of art, what language could express Thine...