The Shipwreck

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J. Sharpe, 1802 - English poetry - 166 pages
The plates, drawn by Richard Westall and engraved by William Finden, serve as section titles.

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Page 59 - That once enclosed the hallow'd fane of Jove; Here too, memorial of his name! is found A tomb in marble ruins on the ground: This gloomy tyrant, whose despotic sway Compell'd the trembling nations to obey, Through Greece for murder, rape, and incest known, The Muses raised to high Olympus
Page 166 - 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 143 - The vessel, while the dread event draws nigh, Seems more impatient o'er the waves to fly. Fate spurs her on. Thus, issuing from afar, Advances to the sun some blazing star; And, as it feels th' attraction's kindling force, Springs onward with accelerated course.
Page 135 - Again to flank the tempest she might reel. The steersmen every bidden turn apply ; To right and left the spokes alternate fly. Thus when some conquer'd host retreats in fear, The bravest leaders guard the broken rear ; Indignant they retire, and long oppose Superior armies that around them close ; Still shield the flanks ; the routed squadrons join ; And guide the flight in one embodied line : So they direct the flying bark before Th' impelling floods that lash her to the shore.
Page 149 - 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 64 - She feels its guiding power, and veers apace, And now the fore-sail right athwart they brace : With equal sheets restrain'd, the bellying sail Spreads a broad concave to the sweeping gale. While o'er the foam the ship impetuous flies, The helm the...
Page 142 - But now Athenian mountains they descry, And o'er the surge Colonna frowns on high : Beside the cape's projecting verge are...
Page 148 - Again she plunges! hark! a second shock Tears her strong bottom on the marble rock : Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries, The fated victims, shuddering, roll their eyes In wild despair; while yet another stroke, With deep convulsion, rends the solid oak; Till like the mine, in whose infernal cell The lurking demons of destruction dwell, At length asunder torn her frame divides, And, crashing, spreads in ruin o'er the tides.
Page 5 - The softer sense with inharmonious sound, Yet here let listening Sympathy prevail, ) ' While conscious Truth unfolds her piteous tale! And lo ! the Power that wakes th...
Page 40 - ... rocky steep, Whose summit trembles o'er the roaring deep, With painful step he climb'd; while far above Sweet ANNA charm'd them with the voice of love. Then sudden from the slippery height they fell, While dreadful yawn'd beneath the jaws of Hell. — Amid this fearful trance a thundering sound He hears — and thrice the hollow decks rebound. Upstarting from his couch, on deck he sprung; Thrice with shrill note the boatswain's whistle rung All hands unmoor! proclaims a boisterous cry: All hands...

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