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Admiral Benbow AMPHITRITE anchor bark beneath billows boat bold bore boys brave breast breath breeze bright Brixham cheer cloud crew cried dark Davy Jones dead deck deep despair dread England so free eyes fair fear flag floating foam gale gallant gleam grave guns hand hath hear heard heart heart of oak heaven Inchcape Rock king land light lonely look'd looked Lord loud maiden mast morn mother ne'er never night o'er ocean old England pale pennon Plymouth Hoe Plymouth town prayer pride roar rock round sail sailor Salamander sea-bird senses failing Shannon ship shore shrouds Sir Richard Fanshawe sleep smiled soul Spanish Main stand star stood storm storm rave stormy winds T. B. Aldrich tears tell tempest thee thou thunder tide Twas vessel voice watch waves wild winds do blow wreck
Side 387 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Side 394 - Pilot's boat. Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I moved my lips — the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes And prayed where he did sit.
Side 392 - The pilot and the pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast : Dear Lord in heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice : It is the hermit good ! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. * He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Side 383 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Side 120 - Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Side 376 - And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Side 378 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
Side 392 - On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; 441 This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!