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The balanced ship, now forward, now behind,
Away there! lower the mizen yard on deck !"
Brandish'd on high, it fell with dreadful sound;
subject. Wreck of the mizen-mnast cleared away,
all her sails furled: or be, according to the sea-phrase, as to receive the greatest exertion of the wind. See line under bare poles.
9 of preceding column. The fore part accordingly yields The intent of spreading a sail at this time, is to keep to this impulse, and is put in motion; and this inouion the ship more steady, and to prevent her from rolling necessarily conspiring with that of the wind, pushes the violently by pressing her side down in the water; and ship about as much as is requisite to produce the dealso to turn her head towards the source of the wind, so sired effect. that the shock of the seas may fall more obliquely on her But when the tempest is so violent as to preclude the tlank, than when she lies along the trough of the sea, or use of sails, the effort of the wind operates almost in the interval between two waves. While she lies in equally on the opposite end of the ship, because the this situation, the helm is fastened close to the lee side, to masts and yards situated near the head and stern serve prevent hier, as inuch as possible, from falling to leeward. 10 counterbalance each other in receiving its impression. But as the ship is not then kept in equilibrio by the ope. The effect of the helın is also considerably diminished, ration of her sails, which at other times counterbalance because the head way, which gives life and vigour lo ali each other at the head and stern, she is moved by a its operations, is at this time feeble and ineffectual. slow but continual vibration, which turns her head Hence it becomes necessary to destroy this equilibrium alternately to windward and to leeward, forining an angle which subsists between the masts and yards before and of 30 or 40 degrees in the interval. That part where behind, and to throw the balance forward to prepare for she stops in approaching the direction of the wind is veering. If this cannot be effected by the arrangement called her coming-to: and the contrary excess of the of the yards on the masts, and it becomes absolutely angle to leeward is called her falling.off.
necessary to veer, in order to save the ship from de. Veering, or wearing, (sce line 55, 2d col. p. 23, and struction, (see line 2 of preceding column,) the mizen. line 20, 1st col. 1. 25;) as used in the present sense, may mast must be cut away, and even the main-mast, if she be defined, the movement by which a ship changes her still remains incapable of answering the helm by turning state from trying to that of scudding, or of running be. her prow to leeward. fore the direction of the wind and sea.
Scudding is that movement in navigation by which a It is an axiom in natural philosophy, that "every body ship is carried precipitately before a tempest. See line will persevere in a state of rest, or of moving uniforinly 20, 1st col. p. 25. in a right line, unless it be compelled to change its state As a ship flies with amazing rapidity through the wa. by forces impressed: and that the change of motion is ter whenever this expedient is put in practice, it is never proportional to the moving force impressed, and made attempted in a contrary wind, unless when her condition according to the right line in which that force acts." renders her incapable of sustaining the mural effort of
Hence it is easy to conceive how a ship is compelled the wind and waves any longer on her side, without being to turn into any direction by the force of the wind, act. exposed to the most imminent danger. ing upon any part of her length in lines parallel to the A ship either scuds with a sail extended on her foreplane of the horizon. Thus, in the act of veering, mast, or, is the storm is excessive, without any sail, which which is a necessary consequence of this invariable in the sea-phrase is called scudding under bare poles. principle, the object of the seamen is to reduce the The principal hazards incident to scudding are geneaction of the wind on the ship's hinder part, and to re- rally a sea striking a ship’s stern; the dificulty of steering, ceive its utmost exertion on her fore part, so that the lat- wbich perpetually exposes her to the danger of broach. ter may be pushed to leeward. This effect is either pro ing-to; and the want of sufficient sea-room. A sea which duced by the operation of the sails or by the impression strikes the stern violently may shatter it to pieces, by of the wind on the masts and yards. In the former case, which the ship must inevitably founder. By broaching. the sails on the hind part of the ship are either furled or to suddenly, she is threatened with losing all her masts arranged nearly parallel to the direction of the wind, and sails, or being immediately overturned; and for which then glides ineffectually along their surfaces; at want of sea-room she is exposed to the dangers of being e same time the foremast sails are spread abroad, so I wrecked on a lee-shore.
happiness and fertility. Present distress, the effect of | For all the pangs, the complicated wo,
For this, my theme throngh mazes I pursue, Apollo. Parnassus. The Muses. The subject re. sumed. Sparkling of the sea. Prodigious tempest, Which nor Mæonides nor Maro knew! accompanied with rain, hail, and meteors. Darkness, A while the mast in ruins dragg'd behind, lightning, and thunder. Approach of day. Discover Balanced th' impression of the helm and wind : of land. The ship, in great danger, passes the island of The wounded serpent, agonized with pain, St. George. Turns her broadside to the shore. Her Thus trails his mangled volume on the plain. bowsprit, foremast, and main topinast carried away. But now the wreck dissever'd from the rear, She strikes a rock. Splits asunder. Fate of the
The long reluctant prow began to veer;
And while around before the wind it falls, The scene stretches from that part of the Archipelago which lies ten Square all the yards !"* th' attentive master calls miles to the northeard of Falconera, to Cape Colonna in vittica, You timoneers, her motion still attend ! The time is about seven hours, being from one till cight in the
For on your steerage all our lives depend. morning,
So, steady! + meet her, watch the blast behind, When in a barbarous age with blood defiled,
And steer her right before the seas and wind!" The human savage roam'd the gloomy wild ;
Starboard, again!" the watchful pilot cries; When sullen Ignorance her flag display'd,
Starboard !" the obedient timoneer replies. And Rapine and Revenge her voice obey'd ;
Then to the left the ruling helm returns ; Sent from the shores of light, the Muses came,
The wheelt revolves; the ringing axle burns! The dark and solitary race to tame;
The ship, no longer foundering by the lee, 'T'was theirs the lawless passions to control,
Bears on her side th' invasions of the sea : And melt in tender sympathy the soul :
All lonely, o'er the desert waste she flies, The heart from vice and error to reclaim,
Scourged on by surges, storm, and bursting skies And breathe in human breasts celestial flame.
As when the masters of the lance assail, The kindling spirit caught th' empyreal ray,
In Hyperborean seas, the slumbering whale; And glow'd congenial with the swelling lay.
Soon as the javelins pierce his scaly hide, Roused from the chaos of primeval night,
With anguish stung, he cleaves the downward tide At once fair Truth and Reason sprung to light.
In vain he flies ! no friendly respite found ; When great Mæonides, in rapid song,
His life-blood gushes through th' inflaming wound. The thundering tide of battle rolls along.
The wounded bark, thus smarting with her pain, Each ravish'd bosom feels the high alarms,
Scuds from pursuing waves along the main ; And all the burning pulses beat to arms.
While, dash'd apart by her dividing prow, From earth upborne, on Pegasean wings,
Like burning adamant the waters glow. Far through the boundless realms of thought he Her joints forget their firm elastic tone; springs;
Her long keel trembles, and her timbers groan; While distant poets, trembling as they view
Upheaved behind her in tremendous height His gunward flight, the dazzling track pursue. The billows frown, with fearful radiance bright! But when his strings, with mournful magic, tell
Now shivering o'er the topmost wave she rides, What dire distress Laertes' son befell,
While deep beneath th' enormous gulf divides. The strains, meandering through the maze of wo,
Now launching headlong down the horrid vale, Bid sacred sympathy the heart o'erflow.
She hears no more the roaring of the gale; Thus, in old time, the Muses' heavenly breath
Till up the dreadful height again she flies, With vital force dissolved the chains of death ;
Trembling beneath the current of the skies. Each bard in Epic lays began to sing,
As that rebellious angel who, from heaven, Taught by the master of the vocal string.
To regions of eternal pain was driven; 'Tis mine, alas! through dangerous scenes to stray, When dreadless he forsook the Stygian shore, Far from the light of his unerring ray!
The distant realms of Eden to explore ; While, all unused the wayward path to tread,
Here, on sulphureous clouds sublime upheaved, Darkling I wander with prophetic dread.
With daring wing th' infernal air he cleaved ; To me in vain the bold Mæonian lyre
There, in some hideous gulf descending prone, Awakes the numbers, fraught with living fire !
Far in the rayless void of night was thrown. Full oft, indeed, that mournful harp of yore
E'en so she scales the briny mountain's height, Wept the sad wanderer lost upon the shore ;
Then down the black abyss precipitates her flight But o'er that scene th' impatient numbers ran,
The masts around whose tops the whirlwinds sing, Subservient only to a nobler plan.
With long vibrations round her axle swing. 'Tis mine, th' unravell’d prospect to display, And chain th' events in regular array.
To guide the wayward course amid the gloom,
The watchful pilots different posts assume.
• To square the yw :3, in this place, is meant to ar. Might the sad numbers draw Compassion's tear
range them directly achwart the ship's length.
+ Steady is the order to steer the ship according to the For kindred miseries, oft beheld loo near;
line on which she advances at this instant, without deriFor kindred wretches, oft in ruin cast
ating to the right or left thereof. On Albion's strand beneath the wintry blast; * In all large ships, the helm is managed by a wheel
Albert and Rodmond, station'd on the rear, | The last foretold the spark of vital fire,
Here Solon dwelt, the philosophic sage,
Just Aristides here maintain'd the cause, As if on him his only hope depends ;
Whose sacred precepts shine through Solon's laws. While Rodmond, fearful of some neighbouring shore, Of all her towering structures, now alone, Cries, ever and anon, “ Look out afore !"
Some scatter'd columns stand, with weeds o'er. Four hours thus scudding on the tide she flew,
grown. When Falconera's rocky height they view: The wandering stranger near the port descries High o'er its summit, through the gloom of night, A milk-white lion of stupendous size; The glimmering watch-tower cast a mournful light. Unknown the sculpture ; marble is the frame; In dire amazement riveted they stand,
And hence the adjacent haven drew its name. And hear the breakers lash the rugged strand : Next, in the gulf of Engia, Corinth lies, But soon beyond this shore the vessel Aies, Whose gorgeous fabrics seem'd to strike the skies, Swift as the rapid eagle cleaves the skies. Whom, though by tyrant victors oft subsued, So from the fangs of her insatiate foe,
Greece, Egypt, Rome, with awful wonder view'd. O'er the broad champaign scuds the trembling roe. Her name, for Pallas' heavenly art renown'd, * That danger past, reflects a feeble joy ;
Spread, like the foliage which her pillars crown'd; But soon returning fears their hopes destroy.
But now, in fatal desolation laid, Thus, in th' Atlantic, oft the sailor eyes,
Oblivion o'er it draws a dismal shade.
Then further westward, on Morea's land,
Ah! who, unmoved with secret wo, can tell
That here great Lacedæmon's glory fell? In cooling streams th' aërial billows fly;
Here once she flourish'd at whose trumpet's A while deliver'd from the scorching heat,
sound In gentle tides the feverish pulses beat.
War burst his chains, and nations shook around. So, when their trembling vessel pass'd this isle, Here brave Leonidas, from shore to shore, Such visionary joys the crew beguile ;
Through all Achaia bade her thunders roar : Th' illusive meteors of a lifeless fire;
He, when imperial Xerxes, from afar, Too soon they kindle, and too soon expire!
Advanced with Persia's sumless troops to war, Say, Memory! thou, from whose unerring tongue Till Macedonia shrunk beneath his spear, Instructive flows the animated song!
And Greece dismay'd beheld the chief draw near: What regions now the flying ship surround? He, at Thermopylæ's immortal plain, Regions of old through all the world renown'd ;
His force repellid with Sparta's glorious train. That once the Poet's theme, the Muses' boast,
Tall @ta saw the tyrant's conquer'd bands, Now lie in ruins ; in oblivion lost !
In gasping millions, bleed on hostile lands. Did they, whose sad distress these lays deplore,
Thus vanquish'd Asia trembling heard thy name, Unskill'd in Grecian or in Roman lore,
And Thebes and Athens sicken'd at thy fame! Unconcious pass each famous circling shore ? Thy state, supported by Lycurgus' laws,
They did ; for blasted in the barren shade, Drew, like thine arms, superlative applause : Here, all too soon, the buds of science fade : E'en great Epaminondas strove in vain Sad Ocean's genius, in untimely hour,
'To curb that spirit with a Theban chain. Withers the bloom of every springing flower :
But ah! how low her free-born spirit now! Here Fancy droops, while sullen cloud and storm Her abject sons to haughty tyrants bow ; The generous climate of the soul deform.
A false, degenerate, superstitious race Then if among the wandering naval train, Infest thy region, and thy name disgrace! One stripling exiled from th' Aonian plain,
Not distant far, Arcadia's blest domains Had e'er, entranced in Fancy's soothing dream,
Peloponnesus' circling shore contains. Approach'd to taste the sweet Castalian stream,
Thrice happy soil! where still serenely gay, (Since those salubrious streams with power di- Indulgent Flora breathed perpetual May! vine,
Where buxom Ceres taught th' obsequious field, To purer sense th' attemper'd soul refine,)
Rich without art, spontaneous gifts to yield ; His heart with liberal commerce here unblest,
Then with some rural nymph supremely blest, Alien to joy! sincerer grief possest.
While transport glow'd in each enamour'd breast, Yet on the youthful mind, th' impression cast,
Each faithful shepherd told his tender pain, Of ancient glory, shall for ever last.
And sung of sylvan sports in artless strain. There, all unquench'd by cruel Fortune's ire,
Now, sad reverse! Oppression's iron hand It glows with inextinguishable fire.
Enslaves her natives, and despoils the land. Immortal Athens first, in ruin spread,
In lawless rapine bred, a sanguine train Contiguous lies at Port Liono's head.
With midnight ravage scour th’uncultured plain. Great source of science! whose immortal name
Westward of these, beyond the isthmus lies Stands foremost in the glorious roll of Fame ;
The long-lost isle of Ithacus the wise ; Here godlike Socrates and Plato shone,
Where fair Penelope her absent lord And, firm to truth, eternal honour won.
Full twice ten years with faithful love deplored. The first in Virtue's cause his lise resign'd, By Heaven pronounced the wisest of mankind;
Though many a princely heart her beauty won, Silver Scamander laves the verdant shore;
Scamander oft o'erflow'd with hostile gore !
Not far removed from Ilion's famous land, And undefiled the nuptial contract held.
In counter view, appears the Thracian strand ; With various arts to win her love they toil'd, Where beauteous Hero, from the turret's height, But all their wiles by virtuous fraud she foil'd. Display'd her cresset each revolving night; True to her vows, and resolutely chaste,
Whose gleam directed loved Leander o'er The beauteous princess triumph'd at the last. The rolling Hellespont to Asia's shore,
Argos, in Greece forgotten and unknown, Till, in a fated hour, on Thracia's coast, Still seems her cruel fortune to bemoan;
She saw her lover's lifeless body tost; Argos, whose monarch led the Grecian hosts Then felt her bosom agony severe; Far o'er the Ægean main to Dardan coasts. Her eyes, sad gazing, pour'd th' incessant tear! Unhappy prince! who on a hostile shore,
O'erwhelm'd with anguish, frantic with despair, Toil, peril, anguish, ien long winters bore.
She beat her beauteous breast and tore her hairAnd when to native realms restored at last, On dear Leander's name in vain she cried ; To reap the harvest of thy labours past,
Then headlong plunged into the parting tide a A perjured friend, alas! and faithless wife, The parting tide received the lovely weight, There sacrificed to impious lust thy life;- And proudly flow'd, exulting in its freight! Fast by Arcadia, stretch these desert plains; Far west of Thrace, beyond th’ Ægean main, And o'er the land a gloomy tyrant reigns.
Remote from ocean, lies the Delphic plain.
The sacred oracle of Phæbus there
And checker'd marble paved the polish'd floors. Here, driven by Juno's rage, the hapless dame, The roofs, where storied tablature appear'd, Forlorn of heart, from ruin'd Ilion came.
On columns of Corinthian mould were rear'd: 'The port an image bears of Parian stone,
Of shining porphyry the shafts were framed, Of ancient fabric, but of date unknown.
And round the hollow dome bright jewels flamed Due east from this appears th' immortal shore Apollo's suppliant priests, a blameless train! That sacred Phoebus and Diana bore.
Framed their oblation on the holy fane : Delos, through all th' Ægean seas renown'd : To front the sun's declining ray 'twas placed ; (Whose coast the rocky Cyclades surround) With golden harps and living laurels graced. By Phæbus honour'd and by Greece revered ! The sciences and arts around the shrine Her hallow'd groves e'en distant Persia fear'd : Conspicuous shone, engraved by hands divine! But now, a silent unfrequented land !
Here Æsculapius' snake display'd his crest,
Thence to the north, by Asia's western bound While, from his eye's insufferable light,
of this great temple, through all time renown's Il-fated Vulcan from th' ethereal world.
Sunk in oblivion, no remains are found. There his eternal anvils first he rear'd;
Contiguous here, with hallow'd woods o' Then, forged by Cyclopean art, appear'd
Deucalion leading Pyrrha, hand in hand,
Eastward of this appears the Dardan shore, And aromatic flowers for ever blow.
Young zephyrs borne on rosy pinions breathe.
Or crown'd with myrile in some sweet alcove, Though nations perish'd on her bloody plain; Altune the tender strings to bleeding love ; That refuge of perfidious Helen's shame
All sadly sweet the balmy currents roll,
The music of immortal harps resound,
Still scattering where she moves Elysian flowers ! But corn and vines enrich her cultured plains. Even now, the strains, with sweet contagion
fraught, • Now known by the name of Micronisi.
Shed a delicious languor o'er the thoughl
Adieu, ye vales, that smiling peace bestow, Hark! his strong voice the dismal silence breaks:
And blue on deck their blazing sides discharge ; Ye fairy scenes, where Fancy loves to dwell, There, all aghast, the shivering wretches stood ; And young Delight, for ever, O farewell!
While chill suspense and fear congeald their blood. The soul with tender luxury you fill,
Now in a deluge burst the living flame, And o'er the sense Lethean dews distil!
And dread concussion rends th' ethereal frame. Awake, O Memory, from th' inglorious dream! Sick Earth, convulsive, groans from shore to shore, With brazen lungs resume the kindling theme ! And Nature, shuddering, feels the horrid roar. Collect thy powers! arouse thy vital fire!
Still the sad prospect rises on my sight, Ye spirits of the storm, my verse inspire ! Reveal'd in all its mournful shade and light; Hoarse as the whirlwinds that enrage the main, Swift through my pulses glides the kindling fire, In torrents pour along the swelling strain! As lightning glances on th' electric wire.
Now, borne impetuous o'er the boiling deeps, But, ah! the force of numbers strives in vain, Her course to Attic shores the vessel keeps : The glowing scene unequal to sustain. The pilots, as the waves behind her swell,
But, lo! at last, from tenfold darkness born, Still with the wheeling stern their force repel. Forth issues o'er the wave the weeping morn. For, this assault should either quarter* feel, Hail, sacred Vision! who, on orient wings, Again to flank the tempest she might reel. The cheering dawn of light propitious brings! The steersmen every bidden turn apply ;
All Nature, smiling, hail'd the vivid ray, To right and left the spokes alternate fly.
That gave her beauties to returning day: Thus when some conquer'd host retreats in fear, All but our ship, that, groaning on the tide, The bravest leaders guard the broken rear : No kind relief, no gleam of hope descried. Indignant they retire, and long oppose
For now, in front, her trembling inmates see Superior armies that around them close;
The hills of Greece emerging on the lee. Still shield the flanks, the routed squadrons join, So the lost lover views that fatal morn, And guide the flight in one imbodied line.
On which, for ever from his bosom torn, So they direct the flying bark before
The nymph adored resigns her blooming charms,
That saw him parting never to return,
Conceal thy radiant glories from our sight!
And gild the scenes where health and pleasure So, while the watery wilderness he roams, But let not here, in scorn, thy wanton beam Incensed to sevenfold rage the tempest foams; Insult the dreadful graudeur of my theme! And o'er the trembling pines, above, below,
While shoreward now the bounding vessel Nies, Shrill through the cordage howls, with notes of wo. Full in her van St. George's cliffs arise ; Now thunders wasted from the burning zone, High o'er the rest a pointed crag is seen, Growl from afar, a deaf and hollow groan! That hung projecting o'er a mossy green. The ship's high battlements, to either side
Nearer and nearer now the danger grows For ever rocking, drink the briny tide ;
And all their skill relentless fates oppose; Her joints unhinged, in palsied languors play, For, while more eastward they direct the prow, As ice dissolves beneath the noontide ray.
Enormons waves the quivering deck o'erflow. The skies asunder torn, a deluge pour ;
While, as she wheels, unable to subdue The impetuous hail descends in whirling shower. Her sallies, still they dread her broaching-to.* High on the masts, with pale and livid rays, Alarming thought! for now no more a-lee Amid the gloom portentous meteors blaze.
Her riven side could bear th' invading sea ; Th'ethereal dome, in mournful pomp array'd, And if the following surge she scuds before, Now lurks behind impenetrable shade ;
Headlong she runs upon the dreadful shore: Now, flashing round intolerable light,
A shore where shelves and hidden rocks abound, Redoubles all the terrors of the night.
Where Death in secret ambush lurks around. Such terrors Sinai's quaking hill o'erspread, Far less dismay'd, Anchises' wandering son When heaven's loud trumpet sounded o'er its was seen the straits of Sicily to shun: head.
When Palinurus, from the helm descried
The rocks of Scylla on his eastern side;
Broaching-to is a sudden and involuntary movement And lo! tremendous o'er the deep he springs,
in navigation, wherein a ship, whilst sailing or scudding
before the wind, unexpectedly turns her side to wind Th' inflaming sulphur flashing from his wings!
ward. It is generally occasioned by the difficulty of
steering her, or by some disaster happening to the * The quarter is the hinder part of a ship side ; or that machinery of the helm. See the last note of the second part which is near the stern.