THE SEA THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES O sea, to sea! the calm is o'er, The wanton water leaps in sport, And rattles down the pebbly shore; The dolphin wheels, the sea-cows snort, And unseen Mermaids' pearly song Comes bubbling up, the weeds among. Fling broad the sail, dip deep the oar: To sea, to sea! the calm is o'er. To sea, to sea! our white-wing'd bark The anchor heaves, the ship swings free, BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE CHARLES WOLFE OT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, We buried him darkly at dead of night, No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; Few and short were the prayers we said, We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, But half of our heavy task was done, When the clock struck the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun, That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone But we left him alone with his glory. THE SEA-FOWLER MARY HOWITT HE baron hath the landward park, the fisher hath THE the sea; But the rocky haunts of the sea-fowl belong alone to me. The baron hunts the running deer, the fisher nets the brine; But every bird that builds a nest on ocean-cliffs is mine. Come on then, Jock and Alick, let's to the sea-rocks bold: I was train'd to take the sea-fowl ere I was five years old. The wild sea roars, and laskes the granite crags below, And round the misty islets the loud, strong tempests blow. And let them blow! Roar wind and wave, they shall not me dismay; I've faced the eagle in her nest and snatch'd her young away. The eagle shall not build her nest, proud bird although she be, Nor yet the strong-wing'd cormorant, without the leave. of me. The eider-duck has laid her eggs, the tern doth hatch her young, And the merry gull screams o'er her brood; but all to me belong. Away then in the daylight, and back again ere eve; The eagle could not rear her young, unless I gave her leave. The baron hath the landward park, the fisher hath the sea; But the rocky haunts of the sea-fowl belong alone to me. |