British Anthologies Volume 7

British Anthologies Volume 7

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 edition. Excerpt: ...when the stormy winds do blow. When tempests are blown over, and greatest fears are past, Aye weather fair and temperate air, we straight lie down to rest: But when the billows tumble, and waves do furious grow, Then we rouse, up we rouse, when the stormy winds do blow. If enemies oppose us, when England is at wars With any foreign nations; we fear not wounds and scars! Our roaring guns shall teach them our valour for to know, Whilst they reel, in the keel, when the stormy winds do blow. We are no cowardly shrinkers; but Englishmen true bred! We'll play our parts like valiant hearts; and never fly for dread! We'll ply our business nimbly, where'er we come or go! With our mates, to the Straits, when the stormy winds do blow. Then, courage, all brave Mariners! and never be dismayed, Whilst we have bold Adventurers, we ne'er shall want a trade! Our Merchants will employ us, to fetch them wealth, I know. Then be bold, work for gold, when the stormy winds do blow! When we return in safety, with wages for our pains, The Tapster and Vintner will help to share our gains! We will call for liquor roundly, and pay before we go; Then, we'll roar, on the shore, when the stormy winds do blow! THE COMPLAINT. I Love! I dote! I rave with pain! No quiet 's in my mind! Though ne'er could be a happier Swain, Were Sylvia less unkind! For when, as long her chains I've worn, I ask relief from smart; She only gives me looks of scorn! Alas! 'twill break my heart! My rival "s rich in worldly store, May offer heaps of gold; But, surely, I a Heaven adore, Too precious to be sold! Can Sylvia such a coxcomb prize For wealth, and not desert; And my poor sighs and tears despise? Alas! 'twill break my heart! When, like some panting hov'ring dove, I for my bliss...show more

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  • Paperback | 58 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 122g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123691564X
  • 9781236915641