A collection of original poems and translations | ||
And now for Malta with full Sails they stand—
Saw, knew, and all but trod the wish'd for Land;
When oh! sad Proof of Fortune's al'tring Brow,
False as the Skies above, and Seas below!
A Turkish Galley mark'd 'em from a-far,
Pursu'd the Vessel unprepar'd for War,
Resistance vain with Numbers overbore,
And led them wretched Slaves to Smyrna's Shore.
Saw, knew, and all but trod the wish'd for Land;
When oh! sad Proof of Fortune's al'tring Brow,
False as the Skies above, and Seas below!
A Turkish Galley mark'd 'em from a-far,
Pursu'd the Vessel unprepar'd for War,
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And led them wretched Slaves to Smyrna's Shore.
A collection of original poems and translations | ||