The warrior youth appear'd of noble frame, The sword that oft the barbarous north defied, Whose strings unlock the witches' midnight spell, These front the scene conspicuous; overhead High o'er the poop, the flattering winds unfurl'd And warlike trophies either quarter drest: Then tower'd the masts, the canvas swell'd on high, And waving streamers floated in the sky. Thus the rich vessel moves in trim array, Like some fair virgin on her bridal day; Thus, like a swan, she cleaved the watery plain, The pride and wonder of the Ægean main. SECOND CANTO: THE SCENE LIES AT SEA, BETWEEN CAPE FRESCHIN, IN CANDIA, AND THE ISLAND OF FALCONERA, WHICH IS NEARLY TWELVE LEAGUES NORTHWARD OF CAPE SPADO. TIME, FROM NINE IN THE MORNING UNTIL ONE O'CLOCK OF THE NEXT DAY AT NOON. ARGUMENT. Favourable breeze. I. Reflections on leaving shore. II. Waterspout. The dying dolphin. Ship's rapid progress along the coast. Top-sails reefed. Gale of wind. Last appearance, bearing, and distance of Cape Spado. A squall. Top-sails double reefed. Main-sail split. The ship bears up; again hauls upon the wind. Another main-sail bent and set. Porpoises. III. The ship driven out of her course from Candia. Heavy gale. Top-sails furled. Top-gallant-yards lowered. Heavy sea Threatening sun-set. Difference of opinion respecting the mode of taking in the main-sail. Courses reefed. Four seamen lost off the lee main-yard arm. Anxiety of the master and his mates on being near a lee-shore. Mizzen reefed. IV. A tremendous sea bursts over the deck; its consequences. The ship labours in great distress. Guns thrown overboard. Dismal appearance of the weather. Very high and dangerous sea. Storm of lightning. Severe fatigue of the crew at the pumps. Critical situation of the ship near the Island Falconera. Consultation and resolution of the officers. Speech and advice of Albert; his devout address to Heaven. Order given to scud. The fore stay-sail hoisted and split. The head yards braced aback. The mizzen mast cut away. THE SHIPWRECK. CANTO II. I. ADIEU! ye pleasures of the sylvan scene, Where peace and calm contentment dwell serene: To me, in vain, on earth's prolific soil, With summer crown'd, the Elysian valleys smile; |