It faded away from his aching eye, Yet still tolled on that soft, sad bell, 'Twas the dying mariner's funeral knell, DROWNED! WHERE the mud lies black and slimy, Where the wharfmen, stout and grimy, With a will, Every coming dray to fill; Where the wind and swelling river Glorious things from every clime-- Spices rare, Lie in heaps, or scent the air Where the merchant, full of gold, Where the soft-voiced land-breeze ever Lubbers all, Stretch your muscles to the fall!" Where the never-ceasing flow, Man above, and waves below, There the vagrant boy is standing Grow in size As his stammering speech he tries; And his finger points below, Where the waters ebb and flow. Still his lips give forth no sound Where the planks are green and rotten, Sending forth a sickening steam, Where the day-light is forgotten, In his eyes At his toothsome human prize : With a crowbar to the planking, There he lies! Open eyes Turned towards the sunlit skies- Sunlight falls like shadows fading, Still with gaze that seems upbraiding Swiftly by; Sunset darkens on the sky Ere the lingering men and boys Had his limbs been clothed in scarlet, While hours fly, Staring sightless to the sky? Would the crowd so careless stand Would they sing and laugh around, Were he better dress'd when "Drowned?” ANON. A FAMOUS SEA-FIGHT WITH A ROVER. STRIKE up, you lusty gallants, With music and sound of drum, For we have descried a Rover Upon the sea is come. His name is Captain Ward, Right well it doth appear, There has not been such a Rover Found out this thousand year. For he hath sent unto the king, Desiring that he might come in With all his company: "And if your king will let me come, Till I my tale have told, I will bestow for my ransom "O nay, O nay," then said our king, « O nay, this may not be, To yield to such a Rover Myself will not agree ; He hath deceived the Frenchmen, Likewise the king of Spain, And how can he be true to me, That hath been false to twain ?” With that our king provided A ship of worthy fame, Rainbow is she called, If you would know her name; Now the gallant Rainbow She roves upon the sea, Five hundred gallant seamen To bear her company. The Dutchman and the Spaniard, As she met him on the sea. |