last?farewell of Spain.
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I can't but say it is an awkward sight 90 To see one's native land receding through The growing waters; it unmans one quite, Especially when life is rather new: I recollect Great Britain's coast looks white, But almost every other country's blue, 95 When gazing on them, mystified by distance, We enter on our nautical existence.
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And Juan wept, and much he sigh'd and thought, 130 While his salt tears dropp'd into the salt sea, 'Sweets to the sweet'; (I like so much to quote; You must excuse this extract, 'tis where she, The Queen of Denmark, for Ophelia brought Flowers to the grave);2 and sobbing often, he 135 Reflected on his present situation, And seriously resolved on reformation.
18 'Farewell, my Spain! a long farewell!' he cried, 'Perhaps I may revisit thee no more, But die, as many an exiled heart hath died, 140 Of its own thirst to see again thy shore: Farewell, where Guadalquivir's waters glide! Farewell, my mother! and, since all is o'er, Farewell, too dearest Julia!,'?(here he drew Her letter out again, and read it through).
2. Shakespeare's Hamlet 5.1.227.
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145 'And oh! if e'er I should forget, I swear? But that's impossible, and cannot be-? Sooner shall this blue ocean melt to air, Sooner shall earth resolve itself to sea, Than I resign thine image, Oh! my fair!
iso Or think of any thing excepting thee; A mind diseased no remedy can physic?' (Here the ship gave a lurch, and he grew sea-sick.)
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'Sooner shall heaven kiss earth'?(here he fell sicker) 'Oh, Julia! what is every other woe?? 155 (For God's sake let me have a glass of liquor, Pedro, Battista, help me down below.) Julia, my love!?(you rascal, Pedro, quicker)? Oh Julia!?(this curst vessel pitches so)? Beloved Julia, hear me still beseeching!' 160 (Here he grew inarticulate with retching.)
21 He felt that chilling heaviness of heart, Or rather stomach, which, alas! attends, Beyond the best apothecary's art, The loss of love, the treachery of friends, 165 Or death of those we doat on, when a part Of us dies with them as each fond hope ends: No doubt he would have been much more pathetic, But the sea acted as a strong emetic.3
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385 'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is masked but to assail; Thus to their hopeless eyes the night was shown
390 And grimly darkled o'er their faces pale, And the dim desolate deep; twelve days had Fear Been their familiar, and now Death was here.
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Some trial had been making at a raft, With little hope in such a rolling sea, 395 A sort of thing at which one would have laugh'd, If any laughter at such times could be, Unless with people who too much have quaff'd, And have a kind of wild and horrid glee, Half epileptical, and half hysterical:? 400 Their preservation would have been a miracle.
3. In stanzas 22?48 (here omitted) the ship, bound for Leghorn in Italy, runs into a violent storm and is battered into a helpless, sinking wreck.
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At half-past eight o'clock, booms, hencoops, spars,
And all things, for a chance, had been cast loose,
That still could keep afloat the struggling tars,
For yet they strove, although of no great use:
405 There was no light in heaven but a few stars,
The boats put off o'ercrowded with their crews;
She gave a heel, and then a lurch to port,
And, going down head foremost?sunk, in short.
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Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell,
410 Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave,
Then some leap'd overboard with dreadful yell,
As eager to anticipate their grave;
