...shores could grieve or glad mine eye. The winds lift up tUeir voices: 1 depart, " Once more upon tlie waters! yet once more! And the waves bound beneath...steed That knows his rider.' Welcome, to their roar! Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, "* """Arid the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale,...

...know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye, II. ' Once more upon the waters! yet once more ! And the...strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvass fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on ; for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's...

...know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye. II. ' Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the...strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvass fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on ; for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's...

...know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye. II. ' Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the...steed That knows his rider. Welcome, to their roar 2 Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed....

...thus repeating aloud to the whistling cessarily compelled to be brief. I will however do my utmost. 1 Once more upon the waters, yet once more ! And the...waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider !' Resuming the poetical strain, which seems just now very strangely to have possessed us, '------...

...instances that of the ' blue eye« of a woman bathed in tears, to a violet 'dropping dew,' &c. Byron. And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.— C. //. 3. Beaumont and Fletcher, And feel oar fiery horset, Like proud teat under ut.— Nook Kinsmtn....

...I know not; but the hour's gone by, j When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye. "Once more upon the waters! yet once more! And the...wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the strain'd mast should quiver US ¡I ТИП), And the rent canvas flottering strew the gale, Still must I on; for I am as a weed,...

...gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye. "Once more npon the waters I yet once more! And the waves bound beneath me as a...their roar! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it kad! Though the straiu'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale,...

...approach Death's darksome hourNo wonder if he't somewhat sour ! THE SAILOR BOV. '• Though the strained mast should quiver as a reed. And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale. Still roust I on." >u There is a solemn music in the sound Heard from afar across the heaving deep, Ere gath'ring...

...comparison occurs somewhere in one of Chapman's plays. Lord Byron's lines are perhaps not irrelevant. Once more upon the waters — yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me like a steed That knows its rider. Childe Harold, iv. St. 2. The germ of the simile might be contained...