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THE STORM, by                    
First Line: "blow, boreas, blow, and let thy surly winds"
Last Line: "no, never to drown a good fellow"
Subject(s): Storms


BLOW, Boreas, blow, and let thy surly winds
Make billows foam and roar
Thou canst no terror breed in valiant minds;
But, 'spite of thee, we'll live and find a shore.

Then cheer, my hearts, and be not awed,
But keep the gun-room clear:
Though hell's broke loose, and devils roar abroad,
Whilst we have sea-room here,
Boys, never fear!

Hey, how she tosses up! how far!
The mounting topmast almost touched a star;
The meteors blazed as through the clouds we came,
And, salamander-like, we live in flame.
But now we sink, now

We go down to the deepest shades below:
Alas! where are we now?
Who, who can tell?
Sure, 'tis the lowest room of hell,
Or where the sea-gods dwell.
With them we'll live and reign,
We'll laugh and sing and drink amain.
But see—we mount again!

From the deep to the sky,
And sing whilst loud thunder does bellow,
For Fate still will have
A kind lot for the brave,
And ne'er make his grave
Of a salt-water wave,
No, never to drown a good fellow.





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