LE RETOUR DU MARIN.

“PETITS enfants, vos jeunes yeux

Entre l'eau qui gronde et les cieux
Ont-ils vu blanchir une voile ?
Celle dont j'ai filé la toile,
Si mon rêve dit l'avenir
Avant l'hiver doit revenir."

Oui, tantôt sur la roche nue, En regardant l'errante nue, Nous avons vu là-bas, là-bas, Rouler une voile sans mâts."

“ Enfants des pauvres matelots
Dont les pères sont sur les flots,
Votre voix peut percer l'orage ;
Criez de tout votre courage !
Dans l'éclair aux sombres couleurs
Voit-on flotter nos trois couleurs ?"

“ Non: du haut de la roche nue,
Quand l'éclair déchire la nue,
Sur ce pont qui flotte vers nous
On ne voit qu'un homme à genoux.”

« C'est lui fidèle et courageux,
Au fond de mon rêve orageux
Cette nuit je l'ai vu paraître ;
Descendez pour le reconnaître !
Moi, j'ai tant pleuré que mes yeux
Ne verront plus Jame qu'aux cieux ! ”

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“Ah, la foudre en crevant la nue
L'a jeté sur la roche nue !
S'il n'a pas cessé de souffrir,
Descendons l'aider à mourir !"

Et les enfants des matelots
Retirerent Jame des flots.
C'était Jame ! et la fiancée
Vint toucher à sa main glacée
Son doux lien, son anneau d'or ;
Car Jame le portait encore !

Qu'ils sont bien sous la roche nue,
A l'abri de l'errante nue,
Oublieux de leurs mauvais jours,
Morts – et mariés pour toujours !

MME. DESBORDES-VALMORE,

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Across the narrow beach we flit
A floating, a floating .
Ah ! what pleasant visions haunt me
Ah, why, my brother mariners
Alas!

poor souls and timorous
A little while, a little love .
All in the Downs the fleet was moored
All in the summer even .
All the rivers run into the sea.
Alone I walked the ocean strand.
Alone upon the windy liills
And soon as by the vessel's bow .
A maiden came gliding o'er the sea .
And ever as he travelled he would climb
As I came round the harbor buoy
As I stand by the cross on the lone mountain's crest .
As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay
An anchor in Hampton Roads we lay
A thousand miles from land are we .
A wet sheet and a flowing sea.
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down
Beneath the low-hung night cloud
Break, break, break
By the billows and blasts driven and tost in the gloom
Can it be women that walk in the sea-mist
Come, dear children, let us away
Consider the sea's listless chime
“Courage,” he said, and pointed towards the land
Counting the hours by bells and lights
Des vastes mers tableau philosophique
Down in the wide, gray river .
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore
Down to the wharves, as the sun goes down.

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Eastward as far as the eye can see .
Fair ship that from the Italian shore
Far, far away, across the sea
Far on its rocky knoll descried
Far on the deep mid-ocean tossed
For lo ! the sea that fleets about the land.
“Go, boy, and light the torch! the night”.
“Go show to earth your power!” the East Wind cried
Green fields are about me with hill and plain
Haste to the port! The twittering swallow calls
He said, and with his

spear struck wide
High on the ledge the wind blows
I climbed the sea-worn cliffs
I have ships that went to sea
I heard or seemed to hear the chiding sea
I hear the noise about the keel
I leaned on the turf
Il est deux îles dont un monde
In Mather's “Magnalia Christi”
In the summer twilight .
In this sad hour, so still, so late
I stand beside the mobile sea
I stood on the brink in childhood
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free
It is the midnight hour: the beauteous sea
It surged and foamed on cold gray lands
It was Earl Haldan's daughter
I walked with her I love by the sea
King Christian stood by the lofty mast
Light as a flake of foam upon the wind
Like a bird of evil presage
Mariner, what of the deep?
My life is like a stroll upon the beach
Nobly, nobly Cape St. Vincent to the north-west died away
No careless watch the monarch Neptune kept
O bitter sea, tumultuous sea
O’er the smooth main, when scarce a zephyr blows
Of all the rides since the birth of time.
O curfew of the setting sun! O bells of Lynn
Oh, sweet and fair ! Oh, rich and rare
Oh, I love to be out by the waters at night

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