The Downing legends : Stories in Rhyme The witch of Shiloh, the last of the Wampanoags, the gentle earl, the enchanted voyage |
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The Downing legends : Stories in Rhyme | ||
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“Another horror! We were doomed
To gaze upon the wrecks that boomed
And signalled vainly for relief.
Wherever tore the ambushed reef,
Wherever gorged the stealthy shark,
Wherever lurched a riven bark,
We hasted, spite of helm and sails,
And endless wrath of heady gales.
No idle prayers, no hopeless sighs,
No last despairs, no bubbling cries,
Of ocean folk beneath the skies,
But there we ride, we ever ben
Beholders curst of living men.
To gaze upon the wrecks that boomed
And signalled vainly for relief.
Wherever tore the ambushed reef,
Wherever gorged the stealthy shark,
Wherever lurched a riven bark,
We hasted, spite of helm and sails,
And endless wrath of heady gales.
No idle prayers, no hopeless sighs,
No last despairs, no bubbling cries,
Of ocean folk beneath the skies,
But there we ride, we ever ben
Beholders curst of living men.
No rest! no calm! Forever bruised
By fronting storms, our galley cruised
Through tropic blaze and polar cold,
Through mighty meres, unguessed of old,
From foaming waste to foaming waste
With headlong, blinding, madding haste,
Only to witness everywhere
Incessant woe and wild despair.
By fronting storms, our galley cruised
Through tropic blaze and polar cold,
Through mighty meres, unguessed of old,
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With headlong, blinding, madding haste,
Only to witness everywhere
Incessant woe and wild despair.
The Downing legends : Stories in Rhyme | ||