Which struck her aft, and made an awkward rift, The rudder tore away: 'twas time to sound XXX As day advanced the weather seemed to abate, A squall came on, and while some guns broke loose, which all descriptive power transcends A gust Laid with one blast the ship on her beam ends. XXXVIII But now there came a flash of hope once more; XLV Some lashed them in their hammocks; some put on Some cursed the day on which they saw the sun, And gnashed their teeth, and, howling, tore their hair; And others went on as they had begun, Getting the boats out, being well aware That a tight boat will live in a rough sea, Unless with breakers close beneath her lee. XLVIII The other boats, the yawl and pinnace, had Threw in by good luck over the ship's rail; And two boats could not hold, far less be stored, To save one half the people then on board. XLIX 'T was twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown And the dim desolate deep: twelve days had Fear LI At half-past eight o'clock, booms, hencoops, spars, There was no light in heaven but a few stars, And, going down head foremost LII sunk, in short. Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell- And the sea yawned around her like a hell, And down she sucked with her the whirling wave, Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die. LIII And first one universal shriek there rushed, George Gordon Byron INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP You know, we French storm'd Ratisbon: A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms lock'd behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. Just as perhaps he mused "My plans Out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew Then off there flung in smiling joy, By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect (So tight he kept his lips compress'd, Scarce any blood came through) You look'd twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon! The Marshal's in the market-place And you'll be there anon To see your flag-bird flap his vans Where I, to heart's desire, Perch'd him!" The chief's eye flash'd; his plans Soar'd up again like fire. The chief's eye flash'd; but presently Soften'd itself, as sheathes A film the mother-eagle's eye When her bruised eaglet breathes. "You're wounded!" "Nay," the soldier's pride Touch'd to the quick, he said: "I'm kill'd, Sire!" And his chief beside, Smiling the boy fell dead. -Robert Browning "HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX" I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I gallop'd, Dirck gallop'd, we gallop'd all three; "Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; 66 Speed!" echo'd the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we gallop'd abreast. Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace 'Twas moonset at starting; but while we drew near |