25. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea. A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves O for a soft and gentle wind! But give to me the snoring breeze, There's tempest in yon horned moon, And hark the music, mariners! The wind is piping loud, my boys, While the hollow oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea. 1847 Edtrion. 26. SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT. Song. THE lark now leaves his wat❜ry nest, And to implore your light, he sings: "The merchant bows unto the seaman's star, The ploughman from the sun his season takes; But still the lover wonders what they are, Who look for day before his mistress wakes. Awake, awake! break thro' your veils of lawn! Then draw your curtains, and begin the dawn." 1810 Edition. 27. JOHN DRYDEN. A Song for St. Cecilia's Day, 1687. I. FROM harmony, from heav'nly harmony Of jarring atoms lay, And cou'd not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry, And Music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began: From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man. II. What passion cannot Music raise and quell! His list'ning brethren stood around, Less than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell! III. The trumpet's loud clangour Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger And mortal alarms. The double double double beat Of the thund'ring drum Cries, Hark! the foes come; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. |