Farewell! Farewell! the voice you hear,
Has left its last soft tone with you,
Its next must join the seaward cheer,
And shout among the shouting crew.
The accents which I scarce could form
Beneath your frown's controlling check,
Must give the word, above the storm,
To cut the mast, and clear the wreck.
The timid eye I dared not raise,
The hand, that shook when press'd to thine,
Must point the guns upon the chase,
Must bid the deadly cutlass shine.
To all I love, or hope, or fear,
Honour, or own, a long adieu!
To all that life has soft and dear,
Farewell! save memory of you!
Cleveland's Song
Walter Scott (sir)
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Poem topics: I love you, fear, hope, life, memory, dear, voice, raise, long, clear, hear, storm, shine, point, save, beneath, chase, thine, love, soft, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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