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.

O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel
(Who had no doubt read more

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!

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

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

And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted read more

And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
Towards the reef of Norman's Woe.

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.]

Some hoisted out the boats, and there was one
That begged Pedrillo for an absolution
Who told read more

Some hoisted out the boats, and there was one
That begged Pedrillo for an absolution
Who told him to be damn'd,--in his confusion.

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!

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.

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.