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Written by Mark Twain | Create an image from this poem

The Aged Pilot Man

 On the Erie Canal, it was,
All on a summer's day,
I sailed forth with my parents
Far away to Albany.
From out the clouds at noon that day There came a dreadful storm, That piled the billows high about, And filled us with alarm.
A man came rushing from a house, Saying, "Snub up your boat I pray, Snub up your boat, snub up, alas, Snub up while yet you may.
" Our captain cast one glance astern, Then forward glanced he, And said, "My wife and little ones I never more shall see.
" Said Dollinger the pilot man, In noble words, but few,-- "Fear not, but lean on Dollinger, And he will fetch you through.
" The boat drove on, the frightened mules Tore through the rain and wind, And bravely still, in danger's post, The whip-boy strode behind.
"Come 'board, come 'board," the captain cried, "Nor tempt so wild a storm;" But still the raging mules advanced, And still the boy strode on.
Then said the captain to us all, "Alas, 'tis plain to me, The greater danger is not there, But here upon the sea.
So let us strive, while life remains, To save all souls on board, And then if die at last we must, Let .
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I cannot speak the word!" Said Dollinger the pilot man, Tow'ring above the crew, "Fear not, but trust in Dollinger, And he will fetch you through.
" "Low bridge! low bridge!" all heads went down, The laboring bark sped on; A mill we passed, we passed church, Hamlets, and fields of corn; And all the world came out to see, And chased along the shore Crying, "Alas, alas, the sheeted rain, The wind, the tempest's roar! Alas, the gallant ship and crew, Can nothing help them more?" And from our deck sad eyes looked out Across the stormy scene: The tossing wake of billows aft, The bending forests green, The chickens sheltered under carts In lee of barn the cows, The skurrying swine with straw in mouth, The wild spray from our bows! "She balances! She wavers! Now let her go about! If she misses stays and broaches to, We're all"--then with a shout,] "Huray! huray! Avast! belay! Take in more sail! Lord, what a gale! Ho, boy, haul taut on the hind mule's tail!" "Ho! lighten ship! ho! man the pump! Ho, hostler, heave the lead! "A quarter-three!--'tis shoaling fast! Three feet large!--t-h-r-e-e feet!-- Three feet scant!" I cried in fright "Oh, is there no retreat?" Said Dollinger, the pilot man, As on the vessel flew, "Fear not, but trust in Dollinger, And he will fetch you through.
" A panic struck the bravest hearts, The boldest cheek turned pale; For plain to all, this shoaling said A leak had burst the ditch's bed! And, straight as bolt from crossbow sped, Our ship swept on, with shoaling lead, Before the fearful gale! "Sever the tow-line! Cripple the mules!" Too late! There comes a shock! Another length, and the fated craft Would have swum in the saving lock! Then gathered together the shipwrecked crew And took one last embrace, While sorrowful tears from despairing eyes Ran down each hopeless face; And some did think of their little ones Whom they never more might see, And others of waiting wives at home, And mothers that grieved would be.
But of all the children of misery there On that poor sinking frame, But one spake words of hope and faith, And I worshipped as they came: Said Dollinger the pilot man,-- (O brave heart, strong and true!)-- "Fear not, but trust in Dollinger, For he will fetch you through.
" Lo! scarce the words have passed his lips The dauntless prophet say'th, When every soul about him seeth A wonder crown his faith! And count ye all, both great and small, As numbered with the dead: For mariner for forty year, On Erie, boy and man, I never yet saw such a storm, Or one't with it began!" So overboard a keg of nails And anvils three we threw, Likewise four bales of gunny-sacks, Two hundred pounds of glue, Two sacks of corn, four ditto wheat, A box of books, a cow, A violin, Lord Byron's works, A rip-saw and a sow.
A curve! a curve! the dangers grow! "Labbord!--stabbord!--s-t-e-a-d-y!--so!-- Hard-a-port, Dol!--hellum-a-lee! Haw the head mule!--the aft one gee! Luff!--bring her to the wind!" For straight a farmer brought a plank,-- (Mysteriously inspired)-- And laying it unto the ship, In silent awe retired.
Then every sufferer stood amazed That pilot man before; A moment stood.
Then wondering turned, And speechless walked ashore.


Written by William Topaz McGonagall | Create an image from this poem

The Burning of the Ship Kent

 Good people of high and low degree,
I pray ye all to list to me,
And I'll relate a harrowing tale of the sea
Concerning the burning of the ship "Kent" in the Bay of Biscay,
Which is the most appalling tale of the present century.
She carried a crew, including officers, of 148 men, And twenty lady passengers along with them; Besides 344 men of the 31st Regiment, And twenty officers with them, all seemingly content.
Also fhe soldiers' wives, which numbered forty-three, And sixty-six children, a most beautiful sight to see; And in the year of 1825, and on the 19th of February, The ship "Kent" sailed from the Downs right speedily, While the passengers' hearts felt light with glee.
And the beautiful ship proceeded on her way to Bengal, While the passengers were cheerful one and all; And the sun shone out in brilliant array, And on the evening of the 28th they entered the Bay of Biscay.
But a gale from the south-west sprang up that night, Which filled the passengers' hearts with fright; And it continued to increase in violence as the night wore on, Whilst the lady passengers looked very woe-begone.
Part of the cargo in the hold consisted of shot and shell, And the vessel rolled heavily as the big billows rose and fell; Then two sailors descended the forehold carrying a light, To see if all below was safe and right.
And they discovered a spirit cask and the contents oozing rapidly, And the man with the light stooped to examine it immediately; And in doing so he dropped fhe lamp while in a state of amaze, And, oh horror! in a minute the forehold was in a blaze.
It was two o'clock in the morning when the accident took place, And, alas! horror and fear was depicted in each face; And the sailors tried hard to extinguish the flame, But, oh Heaven! all their exertions proved in vain.
The inflammable matter rendered their efforts of no avail, And the brave sailors with over-exertion looked very pale; And for hours in the darkness they tried to check the fire, But the flames still mounted higher and higher.
But Captain Cobb resolved on a last desperate experiment, Because he saw the ship was doomed, and he felt discontent; Then he raised the alarm that the ship was on fire, Then the paesengers quickly from their beds did retire.
And women and children rushed to the deck in wild despair, And, paralyeed with terror, many women tore theu hair; And some prayed to God for help, and wildly did screech, But, alas! poor souls, help was not within their reach.
Still the gale blew hard, and the waves ran mountains high, While men, women, and children bitterly did cry To God to save them from the merciless fire; But the flames rose higher and higher.
And when the passengers had lost all hope, and in great dismay, The look-out man shouted, "Ho! a sail coming this way"; Then every heart felt light and gay, And signals of distress were hoisted without delay.
Then the vessel came to their rescue, commanded by Captain Cook, And he gazed upon the burning ship with a pitiful look; She proved to be the brig "Cambria," bound for Vera Cruz, Then the captain cried, "Men, save all ye can, there's no time to lose.
" Then the sailors of the "Cambria" wrought with might and main, While the sea spray fell on them like heavy rain; First the women and children were transferred from the "Kent" By boats, ropes, and tackle without a single accident.
But, alas! the fire had reached the powder magszine, Then followed an explosion, oh! what a fesrful scene; But the exploslon was witnessed by Captain Babby of the ship "Carline," Who most fortunately arrived in the nick of time.
And fourteen additional human beings were saved from the "Kent," And they thanked Captain Babby and God, who to them succour sent, And had saved them from being burnt, and drowned in the briny deep; And they felt so overjoyed that some of them did weep; And in the first port in England they landed without delay, And when their feet touched English soil their hearts felt gay.
Written by Rudyard Kipling | Create an image from this poem

Things and the Man

 Oh ye who hold the written clue
 To all save all unwritten things,
And, half a league behind, pursue
 The accomplished Fact with flouts and flings,
 Look! To your knee your baby brings
 The oldest tale since Earth began --
 The answer to your worryings:
 "Once on a time there was a Man.
" He, single-handed, met and slew Magicians, Armies, Ogres, Kings.
He lonely 'mid his doubting crew -- "In all the loneliness of wings " -- He fed the flame, he filled the springs, He locked the ranks, he launched the van Straight at the grinning Teeth of Things.
"Once on a time there was a Man.
" The peace of shocked Foundations flew Before his ribald questionings.
He broke the Oracles in two, And bared the paltry wires and strings.
He headed desert wanderings; He led his soul, his cause, his clan A little from the ruck of Things.
"Once on a time there was a Man.
" Thrones, Powers, Dominions block the view With episodes and underlings -- The meek historian deems them true Nor heeds the song that Clio sings -- The simple central truth that stings The mob to boo, the priest to ban; Things never yet created things -- "Once on a time there was a Man.
" A bolt is fallen from the blue.
A wakened realm full circle swings Where Dothan's dreamer dreams anew Of vast and farborne harvestings; And unto him an Empire clings That grips the purpose of his plan.
My Lords, how think you of these things? Once -- in our time -- is there a Man?

Book: Reflection on the Important Things