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| − | The Wreck of the Wright | + | The Wreck of the Wright. |
| − | + | (From the Portland Herald.) | |
The sun has set, and all alone | The sun has set, and all alone | ||
| − | A steamer battles with the sea | + | A steamer battles with the sea |
| − | Her plume of smoke is backward blown | + | Her plume of smoke is backward blown |
The conquering wave bends sullenly. | The conquering wave bends sullenly. | ||
And chill and drear a shadow creeps | And chill and drear a shadow creeps | ||
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A pallid sea-bird, wheeling slow, | A pallid sea-bird, wheeling slow, | ||
Shrieks to his mother sea, below | Shrieks to his mother sea, below | ||
| − | The hopeless flight of human prey | + | The hopeless flight of human prey |
And o'er the waste of water broods | And o'er the waste of water broods | ||
The dreariest of Nature's moods, | The dreariest of Nature's moods, | ||
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Of Neptune's trident, hums a glee | Of Neptune's trident, hums a glee | ||
Of might and wrath and agony, | Of might and wrath and agony, | ||
| − | Far where the breakers boom and clang | + | Far where the breakers boom and clang |
Like flying shrouds from riffed graves, | Like flying shrouds from riffed graves, | ||
The foam lies gleaming on the waves | The foam lies gleaming on the waves | ||
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The stricken billows lean away | The stricken billows lean away | ||
| − | With | + | With trampling thunders in the gale, |
And staggering blindly to the fray | And staggering blindly to the fray | ||
| − | The frail ship starts each bolt and stay ; | + | The frail ship starts each bolt and stay; |
Her cordage shrieks and with a wail | Her cordage shrieks and with a wail | ||
She plunges downward in the gloom | She plunges downward in the gloom | ||
| − | Of roaring gorges hoarse with doom | + | Of roaring gorges hoarse with doom |
| − | And none alive may tell the tale | + | And none alive may tell the tale |
What thoughts there came of home and friends, | What thoughts there came of home and friends, | ||
| − | What prayers were said, what kisses thrown | + | What prayers were said, what kisses thrown |
Were lost upon the wind that lends | Were lost upon the wind that lends | ||
Its borrowed wealth no more, and blends | Its borrowed wealth no more, and blends | ||
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Where richer things than pearls are strewn. | Where richer things than pearls are strewn. | ||
| − | They sailed one day and came--no more ! | + | They sailed one day and came--no more! |
| − | All else is wrapt in mystery | + | All else is wrapt in mystery |
The surges kneel upon the shore | The surges kneel upon the shore | ||
| − | And tell their sorrows o'er and o'er | + | And tell their sorrows o'er and o'er |
And still above the Northern sea, | And still above the Northern sea, | ||
A pensive spirit, pale and slow, | A pensive spirit, pale and slow, | ||
The gray gull wheeling to and fro', | The gray gull wheeling to and fro', | ||
| − | Keeps watch and ward eternally. | + | Keeps watch and ward eternally. |
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| + | KNA | ||
The Reason Why. | The Reason Why. | ||
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| + | BC Archives, MS-0678 Box 1 File 6 / DOUGLAS, Sir James / Journal kept by Martha Douglas, 1872 – 1873. | ||
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The Wreck of the Wright.
(From the Portland Herald.)
The sun has set, and all alone A steamer battles with the sea Her plume of smoke is backward blown The conquering wave bends sullenly. And chill and drear a shadow creeps Along the wild and misty deeps That roll to windward and a-lee.
With maniac laughter, deep and low, The hungry caverns mock her way ; A pallid sea-bird, wheeling slow, Shrieks to his mother sea, below The hopeless flight of human prey And o'er the waste of water broods The dreariest of Nature's moods, Bereft of all save bleak dismay.
A sudden blenching strikes the sea To windward, and the fearful twang Of Neptune's trident, hums a glee Of might and wrath and agony, Far where the breakers boom and clang Like flying shrouds from riffed graves, The foam lies gleaming on the waves Whence ocean's slumb'ring furies sprang.
The stricken billows lean away With trampling thunders in the gale, And staggering blindly to the fray The frail ship starts each bolt and stay; Her cordage shrieks and with a wail She plunges downward in the gloom Of roaring gorges hoarse with doom And none alive may tell the tale
What thoughts there came of home and friends, What prayers were said, what kisses thrown Were lost upon the wind that lends Its borrowed wealth no more, and blends A sigh of trouble with the moan That sadly haunts the restless waves, Forever rolling o'er the caves, Where richer things than pearls are strewn.
They sailed one day and came--no more! All else is wrapt in mystery The surges kneel upon the shore And tell their sorrows o'er and o'er And still above the Northern sea, A pensive spirit, pale and slow, The gray gull wheeling to and fro', Keeps watch and ward eternally.
KNA
The Reason Why.
BC Archives, MS-0678 Box 1 File 6 / DOUGLAS, Sir James / Journal kept by Martha Douglas, 1872 – 1873.