Sleep sweetly in your humble graves,
Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause;
Pilot boat, lighthouse, Stiff green sea —
And so, to you, who always were
Perseus, D'Artagnan, Lancelot
I saw it in the days gone by, When the dead girl lay at rest,
If hush'd the loud whirlwind that ruffled the deep,
The sky, if no longer dark tempests deform;
Black Man o' Mine, If the world were your lover,
I.
THOU who stealest fire,
"The Western Ocean rolls and roars
From Sandy Hook to Europe's shores,
Small traveler from an unseen shore,
By mortal eye ne'er seen before,
Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
Give me a harsh land to wring music from,
brown hills, and dust, with dead grass
O Socratès plains de philosophie,
THY verse is like a cool and shady well
Lying a-dream within some moss-walled close
John Company's ships, they sailed the seas —
The Merchant's Hope and the Trade's Increase ,
Cicely Fox Smith
1st February 1882
/Doctor/. Ah! thou, too,
Sad Alighieri, like a waning moon
It is with the voice of the Bible, or the verse of Walt Whitman, that I should come to you, Hunter,
In my sad, quiet song, A melancholy air,
My pony and I go to Songdo,
where Koryo reigned five hundred years.
It's 'ard on a ship when she's old — An' her riggin' a sin to be'old,
These are the men that sailed with me
In the Colonies clipper Mary Ambree.
Ah. Iago, my friend, whom the ignorant people thought
The last of your kind, since all the wealth you brought
You are young, and I am older;
You are hopeful, I am not —
"I'm goin' to get 'er 'ome For Christmas," said the skipper
Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
The news that's going round,
"Ambubaiarum Collegia Pharmacopeiæ."
WHO first reform'd our Stage with justest Lawes,
And was the first best Judge in his owne Cause?
She wasn't much to brag about, she wasn't much to see,
A rusty, crusty hooker as a merchant ship could be;
Four thousand of us fought three million.
When you visit Sparta, tell them:
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