~ Sbipan.
Tuns also W&ll a Shipman from far Weat;
For aught I know in Dartmouth he nbode;
Well && ho could upon a hack he rode,
All in a ehirt oftow-clotb to the knee;
A dagger banging by a lace had he,
About bi.a neck, under bia arm &down;
The eummor'a beat had made hie hue &11 brown.
He Wl\8 a right good fellow certainly 1
And many a cargo of good wine had be
Run from Bordeaux while the exoiaem&n alept i
or a nice conscience 110 great care he kept,
lf that be fought and had the upper hand,
By water he sent them home to every land ;
And in his eraf\ to r eckon well the tides,
The deef. aea-current.s, and the ehoale beaides,
The aun a height, and the moon'a, aud pilotage,
Tbet'e wu none eucb from Hull unto Cat·tht.ge;
Hardy he waa and wiae, 1 undertake;
Hie beard ha.d felt full mauy a tempest'~ ali&ke :
He knew well all the havens aa they wore,
From Goth.laud to the Cape de Finiaterre,
And every creek in Brittany and Sp11in ;
Hie truaty bark was named the M11gdelaine.
Cuucaa (Alodernued.)
lg.e ~blt .itnbtnt.
Tn rain ie playing ita aoft,/leu11nt tune
Fitfully on the skylight, an the ebl\de
Of the laat 6yi.ng clouds aoroea my book
Pa.uee with delicate change. My merry ti re
Sings cheerfully itself; my mueiu~ eat
Porn aa ahe wakes from her uoqutet sleep,
And looks into my face u if ahe felt,
Lilce me, the gentle inftuenoe of the rain.
He~ have I aat aince morn- reading aometimes,
And sometimes listening to the futer fall
Of the larttt: drops, or, rising with the atir
Of an unbldden thought, have walk'd awhile.
With the slow stepa of indolence, my room;
And then eat down composedly again
To my qu&int book of olden poetry.
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