XV. The two first waves were past and gone, And sinking in her wake; The hugest still came leaping on, And hissing like a snake, Now helm a-lee! for through the midst, The monster he must take! XVI. Ah, me! it was a dreary mount! Its top of pale and livid green, Its crest of awful white, Like Neptune with a leprosy,- And so it rear'd upright! XVII. With quaking sails the little boat With quaking sails it paused awhile, Then rushing down the nether slope, XVIII. Look, how a horse, made mad with fear, Disdains his careful guide; So now the headlong headstrong boat, Unmanaged, turns aside, And straight presents her reeling flank Against the swelling tide! XIX. The gusty wind assaults the sail; Her ballast lies a-lee! The sheets to windward, taut and stiff! Oh! the Lively-where is she? Her capsized keel is in the foam, Her pennon's in the sea! XX. The wild gull, sailing overhead, The head of that bold mariner, XXI. The ensuing wave, with horrid foam, The jolly boatman's drowning scream L "A man's a man for a' that." FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY. A PATHETIC BALLAD. EN BATTLE was a soldier bold, BAnd used to war's alarms : But a cannon-ball took off his legs, Now as they bore him off the field, For here I leave my second leg, And the Forty-second Foot!" The army-surgeons made him limbs: Now Ben he loved a pretty maid, But when he call'd on Nelly Gray, "O, Nelly Gray! O, Nelly Gray! |