First having read the book of myths,and loaded the camera,and checked the edge of the knife-blade,
I put onthe body-armor of black rubberthe absurd flippersthe grave and awkward mask
I am having to do thisnot like Cousteau with hisassidu...
Day of ending for beginnings
Ocean hath another innings, Ocean hath another score;
And the surges sing his winnings,
And the surges shout his winnings,
'Twas in the year of 1866, and on a very beautiful day,
That eighty-two passengers, with spirits light and gay,
Left Gravesend harbour, and sailed gaily
On board the steamship "London,"Bound for the city of Melbourne,
The wind blew high, the waters raved, A ship drove on the land, A hundred human creatures saved Kneel'd down upon the sand
Threescore were drown'd, threescore were thrown Upon the black rocks wild, And thus among them, left alone, They found ...
On wan dark night on Lac St
Pierre, De win' she blow, blow, blow, An' de crew of de wood scow "Julie Plante" Got scar't an' run below— For de win' she blow lak hurricane, Bimeby she blow some more, An' de scow bus' up on Lac St
A sad tale of the sea,
I will unfold,
About Mrs Lingard, that Heroine bold;
Who struggled hard in the midst of the hurricane wild,
Ye landsmen all attend my verse, and I'll tell to ye a
Concerning the barque "Wm
Paterson" that was lost in a tempestuous gale;
She was on a voyage from Bangkok to the Clyde with a cargo of Teakwood,
As I stood upon the sandy
One morn near Pentland Ferry,
I saw a beautiful brigantine,
And all her crew seem'd merry
to the happy memory of five Francisan nuns, exiles by the Falck Laws,drowned between midnight |&| morning of December
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HE
ST Thou mastering me God
As the night was beginning to close in one rough September
In the year of 1838, a steamer passed through the
Between the Farne Islands and the coast, on her passage northwards;
But the wind was against her, and the steamer laboured ...
Good people of high and low degree,
I pray ye all to list to me,
And I'll relate a terrible tale of the
Concerning the unfortunate steamer,
"Turn out, boys
" — "What's up with our super
to-night
The man's mad — Two hours to daybreak I'd swear —Stark mad — why, there isn't a glimmer of light