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'O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea	A
Our thoughts as boundless and our soul's as free	A
Far as the breeze can bear the billows foam	B
Survey our empire and behold our home	B
These are our realms no limits to their sway	C
Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey	C
Ours the wild life in tumult still to range	D
From toil to rest and joy in every change	D
Oh who can tell not thou luxurious slave	E
Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave	E
Not thou vain lord of wantonness and ease	F
whom slumber soothes not pleasure cannot please	F
Oh who can tell save he whose heart hath tried	G
And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide	G
The exulting sense the pulse's maddening play	C
That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way	C
That for itself can woo the approaching fight	H
And turn what some deem danger to delight	H
That seeks what cravens shun with more than zeal	I
And where the feebler faint can only feel	I
Feel to the rising bosom's inmost core	J
Its hope awaken and Its spirit soar	J
No dread of death if with us die our foes	K
Save that it seems even duller than repose	K
Come when it will we snatch the life of life	L
When lost what recks it but disease or strife	L
Let him who crawls enamour'd of decay	C
Cling to his couch and sicken years away	C
Heave his thick breath and shake his palsied head	M
Ours the fresh turf and not the feverish bed	M
While gasp by gasp he falters forth his soul	N
Ours with one pang one bound escapes control	N
His corse may boast its urn and narrow cave	E
And they who loath'd his life may gild his grave	E
Ours are the tears though few sincerely shed	M
When Ocean shrouds and sepulchres our dead	M
For us even banquets fond regret supply	O
In the red cup that crowns our memory	A
And the brief epitaph in danger's day	C
When those who win at length divide the prey	C
And cry Remembrance saddening o'er each brow	P
How had the brave who fell exulted now '	Q
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II	R
Such were the notes that from the Pirate's isle	S
Around the kindling watch fire rang the while	S
Such were the sounds that thrill'd the rocks along	T
And unto ears as rugged seem'd a song	T
In scatter'd groups upon the golden sand	U
They game carouse converse or whet the brand	U
Select the arms to each his blade assign	V
And careless eye the blood that dims its shine	V
Repair the boat replace the helm or oar	J
While others straggling muse along the shore	J
For the wild bird the busy springes set	W
Or spread beneath the sun the dripping net	W
Gaze where some distant sail a speck supplies	X
With all the 'thirsting eve of Enterprise	X
Tell o'er the tales of many a night of toil	Y
And marvel where they next shall seize a spoil	Y
No matter where their chief's allotment this	Z
Theirs to believe no prey nor plan amiss	Z
But who that CHIEF his name on every shore	J
Is famed and fear'd they ask and know no more	J
With these he mingles not but to command	U
Few are his words but keen his eye and hand	U
Ne'er seasons he with mirth their jovial mess	A2
But they forgive his silence for success	A2
Ne'er for his lip the purpling cup they fill	B2
That goblet passes him untasted still	B2
And for his fare the rudest of his crew	C2
Would that in turn have pass'd untasted too	C2
Earth's coarsest bread the garden's homeliest roots	D2
And scarce the summer luxury of fruits	D2
His short repast in humbleness supply	O
With all a hermit's board would scarce deny	O
But while he shuns the grosser joys of sense	E2
His mind seems nourish'd by that abstinence	F2
'Steer to that shore ' they sail 'Do this ' 'tis done	G2
'Now form and follow me ' the spoil is won	G2
Thus prompt his accents and his actions still	B2
And all obey and few inquire his will	B2
So To such brief answer and contemptuous eye	O
Convey reproof nor further deign reply	O
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III	R
'A sail sail ' a promised prize to Hope	H2
Her nation flag how speaks the telescope	H2
No prize alas but yet a welcome sail	I2
The blood red signal glitters in the gale	I2
Yes she is ours a home returning bark	J2
Blow fair thou breeze she anchors ere the dark	J2
Already doubled is the cape our bay	C
Receives that prow which proudly spurns the spray	C
How gloriously her gallant course she goes	K
Her white wings flying never from her foes	K
She walks the waters like a thing of life	L
And seems to dare the elements to strife	L
Who would not brave the battle fire the wreck	K2
To move the monarch of her peopled deck	K2
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IV	L
Hoarse o'er her side the rustling cable rings	L2
The sails are furl'd and anchoring round she swings	L2
And gathering loiterers on the land discern	M2
Her boat descending from the latticed stem	N2
'Tis mann'd the oars keep concert to the strand	U
Till grates her keel upon the shallow sand	U
Hail to the welcome shout the friendly speech	O2
When hand grasps hand uniting on the beach	O2
The smile the question and the quick reply	O
And the heart's promise of festivity	A
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V	A
The tidings spread and gathering grows the crowd	P2
The hum of voices and the laughter loud	P2
And woman's gentler anxious tone is heard	Q2
Friends' husbands' lovers' names in each dear word	Q2
'Oh are they safe we ask not of success	A2
But shall we see them will their accents bless	A2
From where the battle roars the billows chafe	L
They doubtless boldly did but who are safe	L
Here let them haste to gladden and surprise	X
And kiss the doubt from these delighted eyes '	-
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VI	O
'Where is our chief for him we bear report	R2
And doubt that joy which hails our coming short	R2
Yet thus sincere 'tis cheering though so brief	L
But Juan instant guide us to our chief	L
Our greeting paid we'll feast on our return	M2
And all shall hear what each may wish to learn '	-
Ascending slowly by the rock hewn way	C
To where his watch tower beetles o'er the bay	C
By bushy brake and wild flowers blossoming	S2
And freshness breathing from each silver spring	S2
Whose scatter'd streams from granite basins burst	T2
Leap into life and sparkling woo your thirst	T2
From crag to cliff they mount Near yonder cave	L
What lonely straggler looks along the wave	L
In pensive posture leaning on the brand	U
Not oft a resting staff to that red hand	U
'Tis he 'tis Conrad here as wont alone	U2
On Juan on and make our purpose known	U2
The bark he views and tell him we would greet	V2
His ear with tidings he must quickly meet	V2
We dare not yet approach thou know'st his mood	W2
When strange or uninvited steps intrude '	-
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VII	L
Him Juan sought and told of their intent	X2
He spake not but a sign express'd assent	X2
These Juan calls they come to their salute	Y2
He bends him slightly but his lips are mute	Y2
'These letters Chief are from the Greek the spy	O
Who still proclaims our spoil or peril nigh	O
Whate'er his tidings we can well report	R2
Much that' 'Peace peace ' he cuts their prating short	R2
Wondering they turn abash'd while each to each	O2
Conjecture whispers in his muttering speech	O2
They watch his glance with many a stealing look	Z2
To gather how that eye the tidings took	Z2
But this as if he guess'd with head aside	G
Perchance from some emotion doubt or pride	G
He read the scroll 'My tablets Juan' hark	J2
Where is Gonsalvo '	-
'In the anchor'd bark'	J2
'There let him stay to him this order bear	A3
Back to your duty for my course prepare	A3
Myself this enterprise to night will share '	-
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'To night Lord Conrad '	-
'Ay at set of sun	G2
The breeze will freshen when the day is done	G2
My corslet cloak one hour and we are gone	B3
Sling on thy bugle see that free from rust	C3
My carbine lock springs worthy of my trust	C3
Be the edge sharpen'd of my boarding brand	U
And give its guard more room to fit my hand	U
This let the armourer with speed dispose	K
Last time it more fatigued my arm than foes	K
Mark that the signal gun be duly fired	Q2
To tell us when the hour of	L

George Gordon Byron

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