--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.
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Thus far we run before the wind.
Thus far we run before the wind.
Ye gentlemen of England
That live at home at ease,
Ah! little do you think upon
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Ye gentlemen of England
That live at home at ease,
Ah! little do you think upon
The dangers of the seas.
How Bishop Aiden foretold to certain seamen a storm that would
happen, and gave them some holy oil to read more
How Bishop Aiden foretold to certain seamen a storm that would
happen, and gave them some holy oil to lay it.
Well, then--our course is chosen--spread the sail--
Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well--
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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.
The winds and waves are always on the side of the ablest
navigators.
The winds and waves are always on the side of the ablest
navigators.
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.
Yet the best pilots have need of mariners, besides sails, anchor
and other tackle.
Yet the best pilots have need of mariners, besides sails, anchor
and other tackle.
A strong nor'wester's blowing, Bill!
Hark! don't ye hear it roar now?
Lord help 'em, how I read more
A strong nor'wester's blowing, Bill!
Hark! don't ye hear it roar now?
Lord help 'em, how I pities them
Unhappy folks on shore now!
O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
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O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,
Survey our empire, and behold our home!
