He wrongly accuses Neptune, who makes shipwreck a second time.
[Lat., Inprobe Neptunum accusat, qui iterum naufragium facit.]

He wrongly accuses Neptune, who makes shipwreck a second time.
[Lat., Inprobe Neptunum accusat, qui iterum naufragium facit.]

In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
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In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively have quit it.

Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell--
Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave,--
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Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell--
Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave,--
Then some leap'd overboard with fearful yell,
As eager to anticipate their grave.

Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast
False fires, that others may be lost.

Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast
False fires, that others may be lost.

Every drunken skipper trusts to Providence. But one of the ways
of Providence with drunken skippers is to run read more

Every drunken skipper trusts to Providence. But one of the ways
of Providence with drunken skippers is to run them on the rocks.

Each man makes his own shipwreck.
[Lat., Naufragium sibi quisque facit.]

Each man makes his own shipwreck.
[Lat., Naufragium sibi quisque facit.]

O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel
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O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel
(Who had no doubt some noble creature in her)
Dashed all to pieces! O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished!

Through the black night and driving rain
A ship is struggling, all in vain,
To live upon read more

Through the black night and driving rain
A ship is struggling, all in vain,
To live upon the stormy main;--
Miserere Domine!

Again she plunges! hark! a second shock
Bilges the splitting vessel on the rock;
Down on the read more

Again she plunges! hark! a second shock
Bilges the splitting vessel on the rock;
Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries,
The fated victims shuddering cast their eyes
In wild despair; while yet another stroke
With strong convulsion rends the solid oak:
Ah Heaven!--behold her crashing ribs divide!
She loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o'er the tide.