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Well, then--our course is chosen--spread the sail--
Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well--
Look read more
Well, then--our course is chosen--spread the sail--
Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well--
Look to the helm, good master--many a shoal
Marks this stern coast, and rocks, where sits the Siren
Who, like ambition, lures men to their ruin.
And as great seamen, using all their wealth
And skills in Neptune's deep invisible paths,
In tall read more
And as great seamen, using all their wealth
And skills in Neptune's deep invisible paths,
In tall ships richly built and ribbed with brass,
To put a girdle round about the world.
For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft
To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.
For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft
To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.
Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold
And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And read more
Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold
And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And a bo'sun tight and a midshipmite
And the crew of the captain's gig.
Thus, I steer my bark, and sail
On even keel, with gentle gale.
Thus, I steer my bark, and sail
On even keel, with gentle gale.
--They write here one Cornelius--Son
Hath made the Hollanders an invisible eel
To swim the haven at read more
--They write here one Cornelius--Son
Hath made the Hollanders an invisible eel
To swim the haven at Dunkirk, and sink all
The shipping there.
--But how is't done?
--I'll show you, sir.
It is automa, runs under water
With a snug nose, and has a nimble tail
Made like an auger, with which tail she wriggles
Betwixt the costs of a ship and sinks it straight.
What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore,
Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.
What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore,
Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.
Why does pouring Oil on the Sea make it Clear and Calm? Is it
that the winds, slipping the read more
Why does pouring Oil on the Sea make it Clear and Calm? Is it
that the winds, slipping the smooth oil, have no force, nor cause
any waves?
Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam,
Where the shrill winds whistle free.
Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam,
Where the shrill winds whistle free.
