He felt — but feeling was not fear — Each coming billow might o'erwhelm : — When sunk the pilot in despair, He firmly grasped the abandoned helm, And looked, his keen eye heaven-ward cast, As half exulting in the blast! The hill of caves, with other poems - Page 21by William Read - 1818Full view - About this book
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...which flr'd the hemisphere ! He felt— t/iat feeling was not fearEach coming billow mighto'erwhelm , When sunk the pilot in despair, He firmly grasped...abandoned helm, And looked, his keen eye heavenward out, As haU exulting in the blast. "Lismora's lovely daughter" must die, to give success to an expedition... | |
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