He guides the unhappy victim to the shroud : " Hie thee aloft, my gallant friend ! " he cries ; " Thy only succour on the mast relies." The helm, bereft of half its vital force, Now scarce subdued the wild unbridled course : Quick to the abandon'd wheel...
The Poetical Works of William Falconer: Collated with the Best Editions - Page 91
by William Falconer, Thomas Park - 1809 - 134 pages
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