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As black as night — they turned to white, and cast against
the cloud A snowy sheet, as if each surge upturned a sailor's shroud : Still flew my boat; alas ! alas! her course was nearly run ! Behold yon fatal billow rise — ten billows heaped in one! With fearful speed the dreary mass came rolling, rolling fast, As if the scooping sea contained one only wave, at last! Still on it came, with horrid roar, a swift-pursuing grave; It seemed as though some cloud had turned its hugeness to
a wave! Its briny sleet began to beat beforehand in my face — I felt the rearward keel begin to climb its swelling base ! I saw its Alpine hoary head impending over mine ! Another pulse, and down it rushed, an avalanche of brine ! Brief pause had I, on God to cry, or think of wife and home; The waters closed — and when I shrieked, I shrieked below
the foam! Beyond that rush I have no hint of any after deed For I was tossing on the waste, as senseless as a weed.
* * * "Where am I ? in the breathing world, or in the world of
death?” With sharp and sudden pang I drew another birth of breath; My eyes drank in a doubtful light, my ears a doubtful sound, And was that ship a real ship whose tackle seemed around?
A moon, as if the earthly moon, was shining up aloft ;
O! never may the moon again disclose me such a sight
I've seen a thousand horrid shapes begot of fierce extremes Of fever; and most frightful things have haunted in my
dreams — Hyenas, cats, blood-loving bats, and apes with hateful stare Pernicious snakes, and shaggy bulls, the lion and she-bear, Strong enemies, with Judas looks, of treachery and spite -Detested features, hardly dimmed and banished by the light ! Pale-sheeted ghosts, with gory locks, upstarting from their
tombs — All fantasies and images that flit in midnight glooms – Hags, goblins, demons, lemures, have made me all aghast, — But nothing like that GRIMLY ONE who stood beside the
His cheek was black — his brow was black — his eyes and
hair as dark : His hand was black, and where it touched it left a sable
mark; . His throat was black, his vest the same, and when I looked
beneath, His breast was black — all, all was black, except his grin
ning teeth. His sooty crew were like in hue, as black as Afric slaves ! O, horror! e'en the ship was black that ploughed the inky
waves ! “Alas!” I cried, " for love of truth and blessed mercy's sake, Where am I? in what dreadful ship? upon what dreadful lake? What shape is that, so very grim, and black as any coal ? It is Mahound, the Evil One, and he has gained my soul ! 0, mother dear! my tender nurse! dear meadows that
beguiled My happy days, when I was yet a little sinless child, — My mother dear — my native fields, I never more shall see : I'm sailing in the Devil's Ship, upon the Devil's Sea!”
As men gloomy ship and ouths as wie Chief nade
Loud laughed that SABLE MARINER, and loudly in return His sooty crew sent forth a laugh that rang from stem to
stern A dozen pair of grimly cheeks were crumpled on the nonce -As many sets of grinning teeth came shining out at once : A dozen gloomy shapes at once enjoyed the merry fit, With shriek and yell, and oaths as well, like demons of the Pit. They crowed their fill, and then the Chief made answer for
the whole ; — “Our skins," said he, “are black, ye see, because we carry
coal ; You 'll find your mother sure enough, and see your native
fields — For this here ship has picked you up — the Mary Ann of
A NEW VERSION.
Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air."- HAMLET,
0! Thomson, void of rhyme as well as reason,
There's no such season.
For why, I find her breath a bitter blighter !
From Spring the Fighter.
And be her tuneful laureates and upholders.
Let others eulogize her floral shows;
From me they cannot win a single stanza.
Her honey-blossoms that you hear the bees at,
Are things I sneeze at !
With other sowings !
A frigid, not a genial inspiration ;
To me all vernal luxuries are fables,
Stiff as a table’s ?
And quake with Ague, that great Agitator :
A peg for laudatory verse to hang on? —
To those he sprang on.
In fulsome odes too many to be cited,
And that is blighted !
FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY. ,
A PATHETIC BALLAD.
And used to war's alarms;
So he laid down his arms !
Said he, “Let others shoot,
And the Forty-second Foot !” The army-surgeons made him limbs :
Said he, “ They're only pegs :
As represent my legs !”.
Her name was Nelly Gray ;
When he devoured his pay!
She made him quite a scoff; And when she saw his wooden legs,
Began to take them off! “O, Nelly Gray! 0, Nelly Gray
Is this your love so warm ?
Should be more uniform!”
For he was blithe and brave;
With both legs in the grave!