The stately ship of Clyde securely now may ride And Severn's towering mast securely now hies fast, From St. Jago's wealthy port, from Havannah's royal fort, The seaman goes forth without fear; For since that stormy night not a mortal hath had sight Of the flag of the last Buccaneer. Thomas Babington Macaulay [1800-1859] THE LEADSMAN'S SONG FOR England, when with favoring gale, The high blue western lands appeared, And bearing up to gain the port, Some well-known object kept in view, A beacon to the vessel true; While oft the lead the seaman flung, And as the much-loved shore we near, Now to her berth the ship draws nigh, Homeward Bound The watch is set, and through the night, Proclaim-" All's well." 1633 Charles Dibdin [1745-1814] HOMEWARD BOUND HEAD the ship for England! Shake out every sail! How many knots a day?— We've traded with the Yankees, We've laughed with dusky beauties Everywhere and home again, That's the sailor's way! Nightly stands the North Star Higher on our bow; Straight we run for England; Tom will to his parents, To hear the fiddles play;— Round the world and home again, That's the sailor's way! William Allingham [1824-1889] THE SIMPLE LIFE THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings. I will arise and go now, for always, night and day, I hear lake-water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core. William Butler Yeats [1865 A WISH MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Around my ivied porch shall spring "Thrice Happy He" The village-church among the trees, And point with taper spire to Heaven. 1635 Samuel Rogers [1763-1855] ODE ON SOLITUDE HAPPY the man, whose wish and care Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade,' In winter, fire. Blest, who can unconcernedly find Quiet by day; Sound sleep by night; study and ease With meditation. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. Alexander Pope [1688-1744] "THRICE HAPPY HE" THRICE happy he, who by some shady grove, Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal love. O how more sweet is birds' harmonious moan, William Drummond [1585-1649] UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE" UNDER the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. William Shakespeare [1564-1616] CORIDON'S SONG In "The Complete Angler " Он, the sweet contentment |