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lines on reading a passage, etc.
A week has passed, and midst the gale,
With shattered mast and riven sail,
The once proud frigate lies upon the deep,
O'er her the angry billows sweep.
Fear alas! now sits on every face,
As they gaze on the watery waste.
Well may they quail in this sinking ship,
With trembling heart and quivering lip.
Every hour they expect to be,
Struggling amidst the raging sea!
Are there no sails, no shore in sight
To raise a hope, however slight?
The Captain's look but speaks the state
Of the frigate's crew, and their hapless fate!
With shattered mast and riven sail,
The once proud frigate lies upon the deep,
O'er her the angry billows sweep.
Fear alas! now sits on every face,
As they gaze on the watery waste.
Well may they quail in this sinking ship,
With trembling heart and quivering lip.
Every hour they expect to be,
Struggling amidst the raging sea!
Are there no sails, no shore in sight
To raise a hope, however slight?
The Captain's look but speaks the state
Of the frigate's crew, and their hapless fate!
