Again she plunges! hark! a second shock
Bilges the splitting vessel on the rock;
Down on the read more

Again she plunges! hark! a second shock
Bilges the splitting vessel on the rock;
Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries,
The fated victims shuddering cast their eyes
In wild despair; while yet another stroke
With strong convulsion rends the solid oak:
Ah Heaven!--behold her crashing ribs divide!
She loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o'er the tide.

But hark! what shriek of death comes in the gale,
And in the distant ray what glimmering sail
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But hark! what shriek of death comes in the gale,
And in the distant ray what glimmering sail
Bends to the storm?--Now sinks the note of fear!
Ah! wretched mariners!--no more shall day
Unclose his cheering eye to light ye on your way!

Through the black night and driving rain
A ship is struggling, all in vain,
To live upon read more

Through the black night and driving rain
A ship is struggling, all in vain,
To live upon the stormy main;--
Miserere Domine!

Some hoisted out the boats, and there was one
That begged Pedrillo for an absolution
Who told read more

Some hoisted out the boats, and there was one
That begged Pedrillo for an absolution
Who told him to be damn'd,--in his confusion.

Here and there they are seen swimming in the vast flood.
[Lat., Apparent rari nantes in gurgite vasto.]

Here and there they are seen swimming in the vast flood.
[Lat., Apparent rari nantes in gurgite vasto.]

He wrongly accuses Neptune, who makes shipwreck a second time.
[Lat., Inprobe Neptunum accusat, qui iterum naufragium facit.]

He wrongly accuses Neptune, who makes shipwreck a second time.
[Lat., Inprobe Neptunum accusat, qui iterum naufragium facit.]

In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
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In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively have quit it.

Each man makes his own shipwreck.
[Lat., Naufragium sibi quisque facit.]

Each man makes his own shipwreck.
[Lat., Naufragium sibi quisque facit.]

And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted read more

And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
Towards the reef of Norman's Woe.