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Title: Cornish ballads & other poems
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: Hawker, Robert Stephen, 1803?-1875 Byles, C. E. (Charles Edward), b. 1873
Publisher: London and New York : J. Lane [etc., etc.]
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN
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se In the house of another man ! Then his child, though born in a strangers bed, Is his own true fathers son ;For he gobbles the lawful childrens bread, And he starves them one by one! 204 THE SMUGGLERS SONG. So, of all the birds that keep the tree, This is the wittiest fowl!Oh, the Cuckoo—the Cuckoos the one!—for he Is wiser than the owl! [Published in Notes and Queries, May, 1868, Series IV., Vol. i.,p. 4S0.] THE SMUGGLERS SONG. ON, through the ground-sea, shove!Light on the larboard bow 1Theres a nine-knot breeze above,And a sucking tide below. Hush ! for the beacon fails, The skulking gaugers by;Down with your studding-sails, Let jib and fore-sail fly! Hurrah! for the light once more! Point her for Sharks-nose Head;Our friends can keep the shore; Or the skulking gaugers dead! On! through the ground-sea, shove! Light on the larboard bow!Theres a nine-knot breeze above And a sucking tide below! [From The Gaugers Pocket, a story in Foo/prints of FormerMen in Far Cornwall, 1S70. ]
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Cliffs at Morwenstow.(Sharpnose Point in the distance.) 205 THE FATAL SHIP.i DOWN the deep sea, full fourscore fathoms down,An iron vault hath clutched five hundred men!They died not, like the nations, one by one:A thrill! a bounding pulse! a shout ! and thenFive hundred hearts stood still, at once, nor beat again That night the Angel of the Lord beheldA vast battalion of the gliding dead : Souls that came up where seething surges quelledTheir stately ship—their throne—and now the bedWhere they shall wait, in shrouded sleep, the Mornof Dread! Fast slept the sailor boy ! A silent dream Softend his brow with smiles—his mothers face Droops over him—and her soft kisses seemWarm on his cheek : what severs that embrace ?Death! strangling death!—alive—a conscious burial-place ! And he, the kingly mind,2 whose skill had plannedThat lordly bastion of the world of wave ? 1 H.M.S. Captain, an ironclad turret ship, lost off Cape Finis-terre on the 6th of September, 1870. 2 Captain Cow
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