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--They write here one Cornelius--Son
Hath made the Hollanders an invisible eel
To swim the haven at read more
--They write here one Cornelius--Son
Hath made the Hollanders an invisible eel
To swim the haven at Dunkirk, and sink all
The shipping there.
--But how is't done?
--I'll show you, sir.
It is automa, runs under water
With a snug nose, and has a nimble tail
Made like an auger, with which tail she wriggles
Betwixt the costs of a ship and sinks it straight.
Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.
Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.
O pilot! 'tis a fearful night,
There's danger on the deep.
O pilot! 'tis a fearful night,
There's danger on the deep.
A strong nor'wester's blowing, Bill!
Hark! don't ye hear it roar now?
Lord help 'em, how I read more
A strong nor'wester's blowing, Bill!
Hark! don't ye hear it roar now?
Lord help 'em, how I pities them
Unhappy folks on shore now!
Why does pouring Oil on the Sea make it Clear and Calm? Is it
that the winds, slipping the read more
Why does pouring Oil on the Sea make it Clear and Calm? Is it
that the winds, slipping the smooth oil, have no force, nor cause
any waves?
And that all seas are made calme and still with oile; and
therefore the Divers under the water doe read more
And that all seas are made calme and still with oile; and
therefore the Divers under the water doe spirt and sprinkle it
abroad with their mouthes because it dulceth and allaieth the
unpleasant nature thereof, and carrieth a light with it.
And as great seamen, using all their wealth
And skills in Neptune's deep invisible paths,
In tall read more
And as great seamen, using all their wealth
And skills in Neptune's deep invisible paths,
In tall ships richly built and ribbed with brass,
To put a girdle round about the world.
Well, then--our course is chosen--spread the sail--
Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well--
Look read more
Well, then--our course is chosen--spread the sail--
Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well--
Look to the helm, good master--many a shoal
Marks this stern coast, and rocks, where sits the Siren
Who, like ambition, lures men to their ruin.
What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore,
Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.
What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore,
Ships have been drown'd, where late they danc'd before.