The Shipwreck

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F. Hurst, 1802 - 167 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 150 - 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 154 - It is their funeral knell ! and gliding near Methinks the phantoms of the dead appear. But lo ! emerging from the watery grave, Again they float incumbent on the wave, Again the dismal prospect opens round, — The wreck, the...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 27 - Too soon, alas ! unconscious of the event. There, struck with sweet surprise and silent awe, The gentle mistress of my hopes I saw ; There, wounded first by love's resistless arms, My glowing bosom...
Pàgina 48 - Perch'd by the martial maid the bird of Jove ; There, on the watch, sagacious of his prey, With eyes of fire, an English mastiff lay : Yonder, fair commerce stretch'd her winged sail, Here, frown'd the god that wakes the living gale. High o'er the poop, the flattering winds unfurl'd The imperial flag that rules the watery world.
Pàgina 71 - Their sails reduced, and all the rigging clear, Awhile the crew relax from toils severe; Awhile their spirits with fatigue opprest, In vain expect the...
Pàgina 78 - The ropes, alas ! a solid gripe deny : Prone on the midnight surge with panting breath They cry for aid, and long contend with death ; High o'er their heads the rolling billows sweep, And down they sink in everlasting sleep. Bereft of power to help, their comrades see The wretched victims die beneath the lee...
Pàgina 56 - The swift volution, and th' enormous train, Let sages vers'd in nature's lore explain. The horrid apparition still draws nigh, And white with foam the whirling surges fly.
Pàgina 77 - While on the yard by mountain billows tost, Perhaps oblivion o'er our tragic tale Had then for ever drawn her dusky veil ; But ruling Heaven prolong'd thy vital date, Severer ills to suffer, and relate. For while their orders those aloft attend, To furl the main-sail, or on deck descend, A sea, up-surging with tremendous roll, To instant ruin seems to doom the whole : O friends, secure your hold...

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