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

Revision as of Apr 8, 2016, 12:20:14 PM

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.