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Th'auxiliar sails that court a gentle breeze, From their high stations sink by slow degrees. The watchful ruler of the helm no more With fix’d attention eyes th' adjacent shore; But, by the oracle of truth below, , The wonderous magnet guides th’ wayward prow; The wind, o still th’ impressive canvass swell'd, Swift and more swift the yielding bark impell’d. Impatient thus she glides along the coast, Till, far behind, the hill of Jove is lost: And, while aloof from Retimo she steers, Malacha's foreland full in front appears. Wide o'er yon isthmus stands the cypress grove That once inclosed the hallow'd fame of Jove: Here, too, memorial of his name is found A tomb, in marble ruins on the ground: This gloomy tyrant, whose triumphant yoke The trembling states around to slavery froke, Through o: for murder, rape, and incest nown, The Muses raised to high Olympus' throne. For oft, alas ! their venal strains adorn The *. whom blushing Virtue holds in scorn; still me and Greece record his endless fame, And hence yon mountain yet retains his name. But see : in confluence borne before the blast, Clouds roll'd on clouds the dusky noon o'ercast; The blackening ocean curls; the winds arise; And the dark scud" in swift succession flies, While the to." canvass bends the masts on igh, Low in the wave the leeward cannon lie, # The sailors now, to give the ship relief, Reduce the topsails by a single reef. : Each lofty yard with slacken'd cordage reels, Rattle the creeking blocks and ringing wheels. Down the tall masts the topsails sink anain; And, soon reduced, assume their post again: More distant grew receding Candia's shore, And southward of the west Cape Spado bore. Four hours the sun his high meridian throne Had left, and o'er Atlantic regions shone: Still blacker clouds, that all the skies invade, Draw o'er his sullied orb a dismal shade. A squall deep-lowering blots the southern sky, Before whose boisterous breath the waters fly: Its weight the topsails can no more sustain; * Reef topsails, reef!” the boatswain calls again : The haliards) and top bow liness soon are gone, To clue lines is and reef tackles next they run: The shivering sails descend; and now they square The yards, while ready sailors mount in air. The weather-earings” and the lee they pass'd; The reefs enroll'd, and every point made fast,

* Scud is a name given by seamen to the lowest clouds, which are driven with great rapidity along the atmosphere, in squally or tempestuous weather. # When the wind crosses a ship's course, either directly or obliquely, that side of the ship upon which it acts, is called the weather side; and the opposite one, which is then pressed downwards, is led the lee side. Hence all the rigging and furniture of the ship are, at this time, distinguished by the side on which they are situated; as the leecannon, the lee-braces, the weather-braces, &c. # The topsails are large square sails, of the second degree in height and magnitude. Reefs are certain divisions or spaces by which the principal sails are reduced when the wind increases; and again enlarged proportionably when its force abates. § Haliards are either single ropes or tackles, by which the sails are o: and lowered when the sail is to be extended or reduced. | Bow lines are ropes intended to keep the windward edge of the sail steady, and to prevent it from shaking in unfavourable wind. Clue-lines are ropes used to truss up the clues, or lower corners of the principal sails to their respective yards, particularly when the sail is to be ose reefed or furled. Reef-tackles are ropes employed to facilitate the operation of reefing, by confining the extremities of the reef close up to the yard, so that the interval becomes slack, and is ther for: easily rolled up and fastened to the yard by the points ...'"for this purpose. * Earings are small cords, by which the upper corners of the principal sails, and also the extremities of the reefs, are fastened to the yard-arms. |

Their task above thus finish'd, they descend,
And vigilant th' approaching squall attend:
It comes resistless, and with foaming sweep,
Upturns the whitening surface of the deep.
In such a tempest, borne to deeds of death,
The wayward sisters scour the blasted heath.
With ruin pregnant now the clouds impend,
And storin and cataract tumultuous blend.
Deep on her side the reeling vessel lies;
“Brail up the mizen,” quick:" the master cries,
“Man the clue-garnets of let the main-sheet; fly "
The boisterous squall still presses from on high,
And swift, and fatal, as the lightning's course,
Through *; torn main sail bursts with thundering
While the rent canvass flutter'd in the wind,
Still on her flank the stooping bark inclined.
“Bear up the helm; a-weather." Rodmond


Swift at the word, the helm a-weather flies.
The prow, with secret instinct, veers apace;
And now the foresail right athwart they brace;
With equal sheets restrain'd, the bellying sail
Spreads a broad concave to the sweeping gale.
W. o'er the foam the ship impetuous flies,
Th' attentive timoneers the helm applies.
As in pursuit along the aerial way,
With ardent eye, the falcon marks his prey,
Each motion watches of the doubtful chase,
Obliquely wheeling through the liquid space;
So, govern'd by the steersman's #. ands,
The regent helm her motion still commands.

But now the transient squall to leeward pass'd,
Again she railies to the sullen blast.
The helm to starboard" turns—with wings inclined,
The sidelong canvass clasps the faithless wind,
The mizen draws; she springs aloof once more,
While the fore-staysail” balances before.
The fore-sail braced obliquely to the wind,
They near the prow th’ extended tack confined :
Then on the leeward sheet the seamen bend,
And haul the bow line to the bowsprit end.
To topsails next they haste—the bunt lines gone,
The clue lines through their wheel'd machinery


On either side below the sheets are mann'd:
Again the fluttering sails their skirts expand.
Once more the top-sails, tho' with humbler plume,
Mounting aloft their ancient post resume.
Again the bow lines and the yards are braced,ft
And all the entangled cords in order placed.

The sail, by whirlwinds thus so lately rent,
In tatter'd ruins fluttering, is unbent.

* The mizen is a large sail of an oblong figure, extended upon the mizen-mast. # Clue garnets are employed for the same purposes on the mainsail and foresail as the clue-sines are upon all other square sails. See note," col. 1. # It is necessary in this place to remark, that the sheets, which are universally mistaken by the English poets and their readers for the sails them selves, aie no other than the ropes used to extend the clues or lower corners of the sails to which they are attached. To the mainsail and foresail there is a sheet and a tack on each side; the latter on which is a thick rope, serving to contine the weather clue of the sail down to the ship's side, whilst the foriner draws out the lee clue or lower corner on the opposite side. Tacks are only used in a side wind. § The helm is said to be a-neather, when the bar § which it is managed is turned to the side of the ip next the wind. | Timoneer (from timonnier, Fr.) the helmsman or steersman. * The helm being turned to starboard, or to the right side of the ship, directs the prow to the left, or to port, and vice versa. Hence the helm being put a starboard, when the ship is running northward, directs her prow towards the west. **This sail, which is with more propriety called the fore-topmast staysail, is a triangular sail, that runs upon the fore-topmast stay, over the bowsprit. It is used to command the fore part of the ship, and counterbalance the sails extended towards the stern. See also the last note of this Canto. # A yard is said to be braced when it is turned about the mast horizontally, either to the right or left: the ropes employed in this service are accordingly called braces.

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With brails" refix’d another soon prepared,
Ascending, spreads along beneath the yard.
To each yard-arm the head-ropet they extend,
And soon their earings and their roebinst bend.
That task perform'd, they first the braces; slack,
Then to its station drag th' unwilling tack;
And, while the lee clue-garnet's lower'd away,
Taught aft the sheet they tally and belay.]]
Now to the north, from Afric's burning shore,
A troop of porpoises their course explore;
In cursing.wreaths they gambol on the tide,
Now bound aloft, now down the billow glide,
Their tracks awhile the hoary waves retain,
That burn in sparkling trails along the main.
These fleetest coursers of the finny race,
when *::::::: clouds th’ etherial vault
Their rout to leeward still sagacious form,
To shun the fury of the approaching storm.
Fair Candia now no more beneath her lee
Protects the vessel from th’ insulting sea:
Round her broad arms, impatient of control,
Roused from their secret deeps, the billows roll.
Sunk were the bulwarks of the friendly shore,
And all the scene an hostile aspect wore.
The flattering wind, that late with promised aid,
From Candia's bay, th' unwilling ship betray'd,
No longer fawns beneath the fair disguise,
But like a ruffian on his o flies.—
Toss'd on the tide she feels the tempest blow,
And dreads the vengeance of so fels a foe.
As the proud horse, with costly trappings gay
Exulting, prances to the bloody fray,
Spurning the ground, he glories in his might,
ut reels tumultuous in the shock of sight:
Even so, caparison'd in gaudy pride,
The bounding vessel dances on the tide-
Fierce and more fierce the southern demon blew,
And more incensed the roaring waters grew.
The ship no longer can her topsails spread,
And every hope of fairer skies is fled,
Bow-lines and haliards are relax'd again.
Clue lines haul’d down, and sheets let fly amain,
Clued up each top-sail, and by braces squared,
The seamen climb aloft on either yard.
They furl’d the sail, and pointed to the wind
The yard, by rolling tackles" then confined.
While o'er the ship the gallant boatswain flies,
Like a hoarse mastiff through the storm he cries:
Prompt to direct th' unskilful still appears;
The expert he praises, and the fearful cheers.
Now some to strike o: yards attend;”
Some travellers# up the weatherback stays send;#
At each mast head the top-ropes}} others bend.

* The ropes used to truss up a sail to the yard or mast whereto it is attached, are, in a general sense, called brails. # The head-rope is a cord to which the upper part of the sail is sewed. # Rope-hands, pronounced roebins, are small cords used to fasten the upper edge of any sail to its respective yard. § Because the lee-brace confines the yard, so that the tack will not come down to its place till the braces are cast loose. | Taught implies stiff, tense, or extended straight; and tally is a phrase particularly applied to the operation § hauling aft the sheets, or drawing them towards the ship's stern. To belay, is to fasten. * The rolling tackle is an assemblage of pullies, used to confine the yard to the weather side of the mast, and prevent the former from rubbing against the latter by the fluctuating motion of the ship in a turbulent sea. ** It is usual to send down the top-gallant yards on the approach of a storm. They are the highest yards that are rigged in a ship. ++ Travellers are slender iron rings, encircling the back stays, and used to facilitate the hoisting or lowering of the top-gallantyards, by confining them to the backstays, in their ascent or descent, so as to prevent them from swinging about by the agitation of the vessel. : Backstays are long ropes extending from the right and left side of the ship to the top-mast heads, which they are intended to secure by counteracting the effort of the wind upon the sails. §§ Top ropes are the cords by which the top gallanty are hoisted up from the deck, or lowered again in stormy weather.

The youngest sailors from the yards above
Their parrels,” lifts, and braces soon remove:
Then topp'd an end, and to the travellers tied,
Charged with their sails, they down the backstays
The secure along the booms; reclined, [slide,
While some the flying cords aloft confined-
Their sails reduced, and all the rigging clear,
Awhile the crew relax from toils severe,
Awhile the spirits, with fatigue oppress'd,
In vain expect th' alternate hour of rest:
But with redoubling force the tempests blow,
And watery hills in fell succession flow,
A dismal shade o'ercasts the frowning skies;
New troubles grow; new difficulties rise.
No season this from duty to descend!—
All hands on deck, th' eventful hour attend.
His race perform'd, the sacred lamp of day
Now dipp'd in western clouds his parting ray,
His sickening fires, half-lost in ambient haze,
Refract along the dusk and crimson blaze;
Till deep immerged the languid orb declines,
And now to cheerless night the sky resigns!
Sad evening's hour, how different from the past!
No flaming pomp, no blushing glories cast;
No ray of friendly light is seen around;
The moon and stars in hopeless shade are drown'd.
The ship no longer can her courses; bear;
To reef the courses is the master's care:
The sailors, summon'd aft, a daring band :
Attend th’ enfolding brails at his command.
But here the dou officers dispute,
Till skill and judgment prejudice confute;
Rodmond, whose genius never soard beyond
The narrow rules of art his youth had conn'd,
Still to the hostile fury of the wind
Released the sheet, and kept the tack confined;
To long-try'd practice, obstinately warm,
He doubts conviction, and relies on form.
But the sage master this advice declines;
With whom Arion in opinion joins.
The watchful seaman, whose sagacious eye
On sure experience may with truth rely,
Who from the reigning cause foretels th’ effect,
This barbarous practice ever will reject.
For, fluttering loose in air, the rigid sail
Soon slits to ruins in the furious gale;
And he who strives the tempest to disarm,
Will never first embrail the lee-yard arm.
The master said;—obedient to command
To raise the tack, the ready sailors standi,
Gradual it loosens, while th’ involving clew,
Swell’d by the wind, aloft unruffling flew.
The sheet and weather-brace they now stand by;”
The lee clue-garnet and the bunt lines ply.
Thus all prepared,—Let go the sheet! he cries;
Impetuous round the ringing wheels it flies:
Shivering at first, till by the blast impell’d,
High o'er the lee-yard arm the canvass swell'd;
By spilling lines" embraced with brails con-
It lies at length unshaken by the wind. [fined

* The parrel, which is usually a moveable band of rope, is employed to confine the yard to its respective mast.

+ Lifts are ropes extending from the head of any mast to the extremities of its particular yard, to support the weight of the latter; to retain itinbalance; or to raise one yard-arm higher than the other. which is accordingly called topping:

# The booms, in this place, imply any masts or yards lying on deck in reserve, to supply the place of others which may be carried away by distress of weather, &c.

§ The courses are go." understood to be the mainsail, foresail, and mizen, which are the largest and lowest sails of their several masts: the term is. however, sometimes taken in a larger sense.

It has been remarked before, in note, f col. 2.

p. 8. That the tack is always fastened to windward: accordingly, as soon as it is cast loose, and the cluegarnet hauled up, the weather clue of the sail immediately mounts to the yard; and this operation must be carefully performed in a storm, to prevent the sail from splitting, or being torn to pieces by shiyering.

* It is necessary to pull in the weather-brace whenever the sheet is cast off, to preserve the sail from shaking violently.

** The spilling lines, which are only used on par ticular occasions in tempestuous weather, are employed to draw together and confine the belly of the sail, when it is inflated by the wind over the yard.


The foresail then secured, with equal care,
Again to reef the mainsail they repair, -
ile some, high-mounted, overhaul the tie,
Below the down-haul tackle" others ply,
Jearst, lifts, and brails, a seaman each attends
Along the mast the .yard descends.
When lower'd sufficient, they securely brace,
And fix the rollinoise in its place;
The reef lines; and their earings now prepared,
Mounting on pliant shrouds), they man the yard.
Far on th” extremes two able hands appear,
Arion there, the hardy boatswain here;
That in the van to front the tempest hoof
This round the lee yard-arm, ill-omen'd :
Each earing to its station first they bend; ..
The reef-bands then along the yard extend":
The circling earings, round th’extremes entwined,
By outer and by inner turns" they bind.
From hand to hand, the reef-lines next received.
Through eye-let holes and roebin legs were reeved
The reef in double folds involved they lay;
Strain the firm cord and either end belay.
Hadst thou, Arion held the leeward post
While on the yard by mountain billows toss'd,
Perhaps oblivion o'er our tragic tale
Had then for ever drawn her dusky veil.—
But ruling Heaven prolong'd thy vital date,
Severer ills to suffer and relate:
For, while their orders those aloft attend,
To furl the mainsail, or on deck descend,
A sea” up-surging with tremendous roll,
To instant ruin seems to doom the whole.
“O friends ! secure your hold !” Arion cries;
It comes all dreadful, stooping from the skies!
Uplifted on its horrid edge she feels
F#. shock, and on her side half-buried reels:
The sail, half-buried in the whelming wave,
A fearful warning to the seamen gave:
While from its margin, terrible to tell!
Three sailors, with their #.'; boatswain, fell.
Torn with resistless fury from their hold,
In vain their struggling arms the yard infold:
In vain to grapple ying cords they try,
The cords alas! a solid gripe o
Prome on the midnight surge, with panting breath
They cry for aid, and long contend with Death.
High o'er their heads the rolling billows sweep,
And down they sink in everlasting sleep.
Bereft of power to help, their comrades see
The wretched victims die beneath the lee :
With fruitless sorrow their lost state bemoan;
Perhaps a fatal prelude to their own!
In dark suspense on deck the pilots stand,
Nor can determine on the next command.
Though still they knew the vessel's armed side
Impenetrable to the clasping tide;

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* The violence of the wind forces the yard so much outward from the mast on these occasions that it cannot easily be lowered so as to reef the sail, without the application of a tackle to haul it down on the mast. This is afterwards converted into rolling-tackle. See note, col. 1. #. 8. # Jears are the same to the mainsail, foresail, and mizen, as the haliards (note,' col. 1. p. 8.) are to all inferior sails. The tye is the upper part of the jears. # Reeflines are only used to reef the mainsail and foresail. They are F. in spiral turns through the eye-let holes of the reef, and over the head of the sails between the rope-band legs, till they reach the extremities of the reef, to which they are firmly tooded, so as to lace the reef close up to the yard. § Shrouds are thick ropes, stretching from the mast-heads downwards to the outside of the ship serving to support the masts. They are also used as a range o . by which the seamen ascend or descend, to perform whatever is necessary about the sails and rigging. | The reef band is a long piece of canvass sewed across the sail, to strengthen {. canvass in the place where the eye-let holes of the reef are formed.

T The outer turns of the earing serve to extend

the sail along the yard; and the inner turns are employed to confine its head rope close to its surface. See note # col. 1. p. 9.

** A sea is the general name given by sailors to a single wave or billow : hence, when a wave bursts or lower edge of the sail. , over the deck, the vessel is said to have shipped a | note, t col. 1. p. 8.

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Though still the waters by no secret wound
A passage to her deep recesses found;
Surrounding evils yet they ponder o'er-
A storm, a dangerous sea, and leeward shore ?
Should they, though reef'd, again their sails extent,
Again in fluttering fragments they may rend;
Qr should they stand, beneath the dreadful strain,
The down-press'd ship may never rise again;
Too late to weather now Morea's* land
Yet verging fast to Athens’ rocky straná.
Thus they lament the consequence severe,
Where perils unallay’d by hope appear.
Long in their minds revolving each event,
At last to furl the courses they consent:
That done, to reef the mizen next agree,
And try, beneath it, sidelong in the sea.
Now down the mast the sloping yard declined,
Till by the jears, and topping lift; confined;
The head, with doubling canvass fenced around,
In balance, near the lofty peak, they bound.
The reef enwrapp'd, th’ inserted knittles tied,
To hoist the shorten’d sail again they hied:
The order given, the yard aloft they sway’d;
The brails relaxed, th’ extended sheet belay'd :
The helm its post forsook, and, lash'd a-lee,’
Inclined the wayward prow to front the sea.
When sacred Orpheus, on the Stygian coast,
With notes divine implored his consort lost;
o round him perils grew in fell array,
And fates and furies stood to bar his way;
Not more adventurous was th’ attempt, to move
The powers of hell with strains of heavenly love,
Than mine, to bid th’ unwilling Muse explore
The wilderness of rude mechanic lore.
Such toil th' unwearied Daedalus endured,
When in the Cretan labyrinth immured;
Till Art her salutary help bestow'd,
To guide him through that intricate abode.
Thus, long entangled in a thorny way,
That never heard the sweet Pierian lay, [string,
The Muse, that tuned to barbarous sounds her
Now spreads, like Daedalus, a bolder wing;
The verse begins in softer strains to flow,
Root; with sad variety of wo.
s yet, amid this elemental war,
That scatters desolation from afar,
Nortoil, nor hazard, nor distress appear
To sink the seamen with unmanly fear.
Though their firm hearts no pageant honour boast
They scorn the wretch that trembles in his post.
Whö from the face of danger strives to turn,
Indignant from the social hour they spurn.
Though now full oft they felt the raging tide
In proud rebellion climb the vessel's side.
No future ills unknown their souls appal;
They know no danger, or they scorn it ali:
But even the generous o: of the brave,
Subdued by toil, a friendly respite crave:

'A short repose alone their thoughts implore,

Their harass'd powers by slumber to restore.
Far other cares the master's mind employ,
Approaching perils all his hopes destroy;
In vain he spreads the graduated chart,
And bounds the distance by the rules of art;
In vain athwart the mimic seas expands
The compasses to circumjacent lands.
Ungrateful task for no asylum traced
A passage open'd from the watery waste.
Fate seem'd to guard, with adamantine mound,
The path to every friendly port around.

*To weather a shore, is to pass to the windward of it, which at this time is prevented by the violence of the storm. +. To try, is to lay the ship with her side nearly in the direction of the wind and sea, with the head somewhat inclined to the windward; the helm being laid a-lee to retain her in that position. See o farther illustration of this in the last note of this anto. # The topping-lift, which tops the upper end of the mizen-yard (see notet col. 2. p. 9.) This line and the six following describe the operation of reefing and balancing the mizen. The reef of this sail is towards the lower end, the knittles being small short lines used in the room of points for this purpose (see note,f_col. 1. p. 8. and ...” 1. p. 8); they are accordingly knotted under the foot rope,

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While Albert thus, with secret doubts dismay’d,
The geometric distances survey'd,
On deck the watchful Rodmond cries aloud,
** Secure your lives! grasp every man a shroud :"
Roused 3. his trance, he mounts with eyes
When o'er the ship, in undulation vast, [aghast;
A giant surge down rushes from on high,
And fore and aft dissever'd ruins lie.
As when Britannia's empire to maintain,
Great Hawke descends in thunder on the main,
Around the brazen voice of battle roars,
And fatal lightnings blast the hostile shores:
Beneath the storm their shatter'd navies groan,
The trembling deeps recoil from zone to zone:
Thus the torn vessel felt th' enormous stroke;
The boats beneath the thundering deluge broke,
Forth started from their planks the bursting rings,
Th” extended cordage all asunder springs.
The pilot's fair machinery strews the deck,
And cards and needles swim in floating wreck.
The balanced mizen, rending to the head,
In streaming ruins from the margin fled;
The sides convulsive shook on groaning beams,
And, rent with labour, yawn'd the pitchy seams.
They sound the well,” and, terrible to hear!
Five feet immersed along the line appear.
At either pump they ply the clanking brake,t
And turn by turn th’ ungrateful office take.
Rodmond, Arion, and Palemon here,
At this sad task, all diligent :.
As some fair castle shook by rude alarms,
Qpposes long th' approach of hostile arms;
Grim war around her plants his black array,
And death and sorrow mark his horrid way;
Till, in some destined hour, against her wall
In tenfold rage the fatal thunders fall:
The ramparts crack, the solid bulwarks rend,
And hostile troops the shatter'd breach ascend:
Her valiant inmates still the foe retard,
Resolved till death their sacred charge to guard.
So the brave mariners their pumps attend,
And help, incessant, by rotation lend;
But all in vain—for now the sounding cord,
Updrawn, an undiminish'd depth explored.
Nor this severe distress is found alone;
The ribs oppress'd by ponderous cannon groan:
Deep-rolling from the watery volume's height,
The tortured sides seem bursting with their weight.
So reels Pelorus, with convulsive throes,
When in his veins the burning earthquake fo
Hoarse through his entrails roars th’ infernal flame,
And central thunders rend his groaning frame.
Accumulated mischiefs thus arise,
And fate windictive all their skill defies.
One only remedy the season gave;
To plunge the nerves of battle in the wave:
From their high platforms, thus th’ artillery thrown,
Eased of their load, the timbers less shall groan:
But arduous is the task their lot requiles;
A task that hovering Fate alone inspires:
For, while intent the yawning decks to ease,
That ever and anon are drench'd with seas,
Some fatal billow with recoiling sweep,
May whirl the helpless wretches in the deep.
No season this for counsel or delay!
Too soon th' eventful moments haste away :
Here perseverance, with each help of art,
Must join the boldest efforts of the heart.
These only now their misery can relieve;
These only now a dawn of safety give!
While o'er the quivering deck, from van to rear,
Broad surges roll in terrible career,
Rodmond, Arion, and a chosen crew,
This office in the face of death pursue,
The wheel'd artillery o'er the deck to guide,
Rodmond, descending, claim'd the weather side:
Fearless of heart the Chief his orders gave,
Fronting the rude assaults of every wave.
Like some strong watch-tower, nodding o'er the

deep, Whose rocky base the foaming waters sweep, *Intamed he stood; the stern aerial war Had mark'd his honest face with many a scar,

* The well is an apartment in the ship's hold, serving to inclose the pumps. It is sounded by dropping a measured iron rod down into it by a long line. Hence the increase or diminution of *: o: i. :::: discovered. e brake is the lever or handle of the pum by which it is wrought. - pump,


Meanwhile Arion, traversing the waist,”
The cordage of the leeward-guns unbraced,
And pointed crows beneath the metal placed.
Watching the roll, their forelocks they with


And from their beds the reeling cannon threw:
Then from the windward battlements unbound
Rodmond's associates wheel'd th’ artillery round ;
Pointed with iron fangs, their bars beguile
The ponderous arms across the steep defile;
Then hurl’d from sounding hinges o'er the side,
Thundering they plunge into the flashing tide:

The ship, thus eased, some little respite finds,
In this rude conflict of the seas and winds:
Such ease Alcides felt when, clogg'd with gore,
Th’ euvenom'd mantle from his side he tore;
When, stung with burning pain, he strove too late
To stop the swift career of cruel fate.
Yet them his heart one ray of hope procured,
Sad harbinger of seven-fold pangs endured
Such, and so short, the pause of wo she found !
Cimmerian darkness shades the deep around,
Save when the lightnings, gleaming on the sight,
Flash through the gloom a pale disastrous light.
Above all ether, fraught with scenes of wo,
With grim destruction threatens all below.
Beneath the storm-lash'd surges furious rise,
And wave uproll'd on wave, assails the skies:
With ever-floating bulwarks they surround
The ship, half-swallow'd in the black profound !
With ceaseless hazard and fatigue oppress'd,
Dismay and anguish every heart possess'd :
For, while with boundless inundation o'er
The sea-beat ship th’ involving waters roar,
Displaced beneath by her capacious womb,
They rage their ancient station to resume;
#, secret ambushes, their force to prove,
Through many a winding channel first they rove
Till, gathering fury, like the fever'd blood
Through her dark veins they roll a rapid flood.
While unrelenting thus the leaks they found,
The pumps with ever-clanking strokes resound;
Around each leaping valve, by toil subdued,
The tough bull hide must ever be renew'd:
Their sinking hearts unusual horrors chill,
And down their weary limbs thick dews distil :
No ray of light their dying hope redeems :
Pregnant with some new wo each moment teems.

Again the chief th' instructive draught extends, And o'er the figured plain attentive bends : To him the motion of each orb was known, That wheels around the sun's refulgent throne: But here, alas ! his science nought avails! Art droops unequal, and experience fails. The different traverses, since twilight made, He on the hydrographic circle laid; Then the broad angle of lee-way f explored, As swept across the graduated chord. Her place discovered by the rules of art, Unusual terrors shook the master's heart; When Falconera's rugged isle he found, Within her drift, with shelves and breakers bound; For, if on those destructive shallows toss'd, The helpless bark with all her crew are lost; As fatal still appears, that danger o'er, The steep St. George, and rocky Gardalor. With him the pilots, of their hopeless state, In mournful consultation now debate. Not more perplexing doubts her chiefs appal, When some proud city verges to her fall; While Ruin glares around, and pale Affright Convenes her councils in the dead of night. No blazon'd trophies o'er their concave spread, No storied pillars raised aloft their head: But here the Queen of Shade around them threw Her dragon wing, disastrous to the view : Dire was the scene, with whirlwind, hail, and


Black Melancholy ruled the fearful hour !
Beneath, tremendous roll'd the flashing tide,
Where fate on every billow seem'd to ride.

* The waist of a ship of this kind is a hollow space about five feet in depth, between the elevations of the quarter-deck and forecastle, and having the upper deck for its base, or platform.

f {R}. lee-way, or drift, which in this place are synonymous terms, is the movement by which a § is driven sideways at the mercy of the wind and sea, when she is deprived of the government of the sails and helm.

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Inclosed with ills, by peril unsubdued,
Great in distress the master-seaman stood:
Skill'd to command, deliberate to advise,
Expert in action, and in council wise;
Thus to his partners, by the crew unheard,
The dictates of his sous the chief referr'd.
“Ye faithful mates, who all my troubles share,
Approved companions of your master's care :
To you, alas! "twere fruitless now to tell
Öuoi distress, already known too well
This morn with favouring gales the port we left,
Though now of every flattering hope bereft:
No skill nor long experience could forecast
Th’ unseen approach of this destructive blast.
These seas, where storms, at various seasons blow,
No reigning winds nor certain omens know,
The hour, th' occasion all your skill demands;
A leaky ship, embay’d by gerous lands.
Qur bark no transient jeopardy surrounds;
Groaning she lies beneath unnumber'd wounds.
'Tis ours the doubtful remedy to find
To shun the fury of the seas and wind;
For in this hollow swell, with labour sore,
Her flank can bear the bursting floods no more:
Yet this or other ills she must endure;
A dire disease, and desperate is the cure!
Thus two expedients, offer'd to your choice,
Alone require your counsel and your voice:
These only in our power are left to try;
To perish here, or from the storm to fly:
The doubtful balance in my* cast,
For various reasons I prefer the last.
'Tis true, the vessel and her costly freight,
To me consign'd, my orders only wait;
Yet, since the charge of every life is mine,
To equal votes our counsels I resign;
Forbid it, Heaven, that, in this dreadful hour,
I claim the dangerous reins of purblind power:
But should we now resolve to bear away,
Our hopeless state can suffer no delay;
Nor can we, thus bereft of every sail,
Attempt to steer obliquely on the gale:
For then, if broaching sideward to the sea,
Qur dropsied ship may founder by the lee:
No more obedient to the pilot's power, [vour.”
Th' o'erwhelming wave may soon her frame de-
He said; the listening mates with fix'd regard,
And silent reverence his opinion heard.
Important was the question in debate,
And o'er their counsels hung impending Fate.
Rodmond, in many a scene of peril tried,
Had oft the master's happier skill descriéd,
Yet now, the hour, the scene, th' occasion known,
Perhaps with equal right preferr'd his own.
Of long experience in the naval art,
Blunt was his speech, and naked was his heart
Alike to him each climate and each blast;
The first in danger, in retreat the last:
Sagacious balancing th' opposed events,
From Albert his opinion thus dissents.
“Too true the perils of the present hour,
Where toils succeeding toils our strength o'erpower!
Yet whither can we turn, what road pursue,
With death before still opening on the view o
Qur bark, 'tis true, no shelter here can find,
Sore shatter'd by the ruffian seas and wind;
Yet with what hope of refuge can we flee,
Chased by this tempest and outrageous sea?
For while its violence the tempest keeps,
Bereft of every sail we roam o: deeps:
At random driven, to present death we haste,
And one short hour perhaps may be our last.
In vain the Gulf of o: on our lee,
Now opens to her ports a passage free;
Since, if before the blast the vessel flies,
Full in her track unnumber'd dangers rise.
Here Falcomera spreads her lurking snares;
There distant Greece her rugged shelves prepares;
Should once her bottom strike that rocky shore,
The splitting bark that instant were no more;
Nor she alone, but with her all the crew,
Beyond relief, were doom'd to perish too.
Thus if to scud too rashly we consent,
Too late in fatal hour we may repent,
“Then of our purpose this appears the scope,
To weigh the danger with a doubtful hope.
Though sorely buffeted by every sea,
Qur hull, unbroken, long may try a lee;
The crew, though harass'd long with toils severe,
Still at their pumps perceive no hazards near,
Shall we, incautious then, the danger tell,
At once their courage and his hope to quell?

Prudence forbids:-This southern tempest soon
May change its quarter with the changing moon:
Its rage, though terrible, may soon subside,
Nor into mountains lash th' unruly tide.
These leaks shall then decrease; the sails once mor
Direct our course to some relieving shore.”
Thus while he spoke, around from man to man,
At either pump a hollow murmur ran.
For while the vessel through unnumber'd chinks,
Above, below, th’ invading water drinks;
Sounding her depth, they §: the wetted scale,
And lo! the leaks o'er all their §. prevail,
Yet in their post by terrors unsubdued,
They with redoubling force their task pursued.
And now the senior pilots seem'd to wait
Arion's voice to close the dark debate:
Though many a bitter storm, with peril fraught,
In Neptune's tool the wandering stripling
Not twice nomers yet matured his thought.
So oft he bled by Fortune's cruel dart,
It fell at last innoxious on his heart:
His mind still shunning care with secret hate,
In patient indolence resign'd to Fate:
But now the horrors that around him roll,
Thus roused to action his rekindling soul.
“With fix'd attention, pondering in my mind
The dark distresses on each side combined;
While here we linger in the pass of Fate,
I see no moment left for sad debate:
For, some decision if we wish to form,
Ere yet our vessel sink beneath the storm,
Her shatter'd state, and yon desponding crew
At once suggest what measures to pursue.
The labouring hull already seems half fill'd
With water through a hundred leaks distill’d.
As in a dropsy, wallowing with her freight,
Half-drown'd she lies, a dead inactive weight!
Thus drench'd by every wave, her riven deck,
Stripp'd and defenceless, floats a naked wreck;
Her wounded flanks no longer can sustain
These fell invasions of the bursting main,
At every 8. o'erwhelming billows bend
Beneath their iod, the quivering bows tioni;
A fearful warnings since the masts on high,
On that support with trembling hope rely:
At either pump our seamen pant for breath,
In dark dismay anticipating death.
Still all our powers th’ increasing leaks defy;
We sink at sea, no shore, no haven nigh.
Qne dawn of hope yet breaks athwart the foom,
To light and save us from the watery tomb;
That bids us shun the death impending here,
Fly from the following blast, and shoreward steer.
“'Tis urged indeed, the fo, of ole
Precludes the help of every guiding sail;
And, driven before it on the watery waste,
To rocky shores and scenes of death we haste.
But haply Falconera we may shun;
And far to Grecian coasts is yet the run :
Less harass'd then, our scudding ship may bear
Th’ assaulting surge repell'd upon her rear.
Even then the wearied storm as soon shall die,
Or less torment the groaning pines on high,
Should we at last be driven by dire decree,
Too near the fatal margin of the sea,
The hull dismasted there awhile may ride,
With lengthen d cables on the raging tide.
Perhaps kind Heaven, with interposing power,
May curb the tempestere that dreadful hour:
But here ingulf'd, and foundering while we stay,
Fate hovers o'er and marks us for her prey.”
He said; Palemon saw, with grief of heart,
The storm prevailing o'er the pilot's art:
In silent terror and distress involved
He heard their last alternative resolved.
High beat his bosom; with such fear subdued,
Beneath the gloom of some enchanted wood,
oft, in old time, the wandering swain explored
The midnight wizards, breathing rites abhorr'd
Trembling approach'd their incantations fell,
And, chill'd with horror, heard the songs of hell.
Arion saw, with secret anguish moved,
The deep affliction of the friend he loved;
And, all awake to Friendship's genial heat,
His bosom felt consenting tumults beat.
Alas! no season this for tender love;
Far hence the music of the myrtle grove.
With Comfort's soothing voice, from Hope derived,
Palemon's drooping spirit he revived.
For Consolation oft, with healing art.
Retunes the jarring numbers of the heart.

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